BACK TO "NORMAL?"

Your girl arranged for a driver, got all dressed up for her trip to the heart doctor, had a pleasant ride to his office as listed on the information she had received, and, when she presented herself at said office, learned that the doctor only came to that office on Thursdays. Nothing to do but grit her teeth, round up her driver, head home, and SCREAM....mentally, of course.

It takes a while to get accustomed to a new supermarket, but slowly and surely, Fiorella has been building her kitchen stock. Yesterday, she finally found paper napkins like her mother favored. Now, if she can locate those small red paper cups that are just the right size for her mini Cokes. (Mom preferred tea.)

Another step forward: Fio is going to try to contact her former (pre-snowstorm) friends and see if they want to get together with her for lunch or whatever. We'd certainly have a lot to talk about regarding the months--even years--we weren't in contact.

Granddaughter is heading to elementary school this fall, and, from what your girl has been hearing, school is a lot different these days--technology is the name of the game, which is a bit scary.  What about reading, writing, and 'rithmatic? What about courtesy and consideration? What about silly recess games, jump rope, and tag?

Fiorella didn't know it, but Son L has signed her up for the neighborhood Facebook group and she's hoping there's someone in the crowd who can explain minor scales to her so that once her hand is healed, she can rattle the keyboard and maybe even start composing again.