Egad! That John Wayne made-in-London movie that Fiorella turned on while she was mending an old-fashioned yarn shawl was so stupid that she turned it off (the movie, not the shawl) after the first couple of murders. What a disappointment! And she had loved The Quiet Man--maybe because it had a strong FEMALE lead.
Hooray for Fiorella, who finally found her ruby-colored cane--hidden behind the closet door, which was overloaded with purses. It's not that she needs help walking now, but that she's grown accustomed to the feel of the metal and likes to twirl it like a baton.😁
All hail tomorrow, when Fio will contact the local heart people to get included in the line-up for weekly check-ups again, and a double hail for Ashley, who has been feeding your girl the information that she needs to be be able to do things like sign up with a local piano teacher or get aquainted with the local art community. (Wouldn't it be great if Fio ran into some old friends?)
Music and art aren't the only things she wants to revive for herself--how about her thwarted studies of German and Spanish? And, you know, she could teach a class or two on writing a blog😁
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OMG, Fiorella almost forgot to tell you about the miracle on our front lawn this morning: A NEWSPAPER! (How long do you bet the deliveries will last?)
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