Problems

 What the heck is going on with Fiorella's computer? Apparently her gmail, which she thought had been fixed, isn't sending out her morning messages to daughter and older son. 

Does everything have to end up as competition--sports, dance, lawns, even cooking? Can't anyone just enjoy what they're doing for the sake of doing it?

Your girl is all alone in the house today so she's been walking up and down down the  hall and trying to bring back her singing voice with some of the oldies-but-goodies her fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Johnson, taught the class--like Go Tell  Aunt Rhody the Old Gray Goose Is Dead, which Fio would then bellow out without any sense of macabre as she walked home from school. (If you're wondering, the goose, which Aunt Rhody had been saving "to make a feather bed" died of "an aching in its head," not Aunt Rhody's ready mallet.)

Hey, hey--our supposedly-retired  pastor came by to replace Fiorella's missing church sign which was probably stolen, ripped away by the wind, or disposed of by our landscapers. The sign is non-denominational, but it meant a lot to Fiorella because a member of her church drove several miles up the freeway and didn't even know that she and her dog were alone on the ranch and being heckled by neighborhood Trumpsters.

Don't hold your breath, but your girl has started painting again--a re-work of a picture of her father-in-law that she'd painted years ago at the request of her husband. She knew at the time that the photo he gave her wouldn't work as a painting--and she was right--but maybe she'll be able to do a salvage job this time around.