Bringing You Up To Date

FIO CAN'T TELL YOU HOW VERY, VERY HAPPY SHE IS TO HAVE THE AUSTIN AMERICAN STATESMAN DELIVERED TO HER DOOR  (more likely, to her yard) EVERY MORNING AGAIN! THANK YOU!

Guess what? Your girl is toying around with the idea of praying with the local Lutherans, who've dwindled down to only about 35 regular attenders, and singing with the Methodists, whose choir is about forty strong. Now--if she could just get rid of that dang cold (allergy?) that's added a decided gargle to her  voice. Apparently everyone else in Austin has the same problem because when Fio tried to make an appointment with an eye/ear/nose/and throat specialist, the best she could get was October 4.

The good news is that Fio spent half an hour at the piano this morning and her voice sounds like she still has at least a smidgen of a soprano high note in her, but, due to the above-mentioned gargle, she'll have to work on it.

Switching the topic from Fiorella to her family, we need big, real trash bags because we're running low on your girl's collection of HEB grocery store bags. Anyone else have that problem or are we the only ones?

Yes, while she types, your girl is also watching Soapdish for about the hundredth time. As someone who was in the limelight from kindergarten on, Fio is always drawn to the stage--any stage.  Hmmm--wonder if she could still get a role in a local production?😁