You've seen the nasty insides of Fiorella, so now she'll behave.... for a while. Still glowing from her clean-up of her closet, she's preparing for an outing with Daughter to buy some new clothes, ones more up-to-date than her current ranchland supply of shorts, jeans, and tops.
But Fio, you ask, you don't drive any more and your only visits are to doctors' offices, so why are you buying new clothes? In hopes, my dears. In hopes.
In the meantime, your girl will continue to play the piano, walk up to the mailbox every day, smile a lot, and wave to everyone she sees in the neighborhood in the vain hope she'll find a friend. She'll also, on the recommendation of several FB friends, sign up for German lessons with on line.
Fiorella is going to be visiting Dr. David Morledge, her favorite doctor tomorrow. He's a neurologist, whatever that means, but Fio just thinks of him as a friend. (She gave him one of her books awhile back, and from his raised eyebrows, she knew he actually read it.)
If you're wondering about your girl's carpal tunnel outcome, it's still in doubt. As she told you, apparently every one of the hand doctor's clients are moving along just fine except for her, and when she reported in, she was advised to move her hands more, even to play the piano, which surprised her. But what the heck--she's having a great time following instructions.😁
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