This evening, your girl will be off to the Methodist choir practice in which she made an idiot of herself last week by claiming she sang alto when she's never sung anything but a thundrus soprano her whole life. Apparently, the director has forgiven her, but she still may not fit in. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Fio found a nice nearby Lutheran church that wasn't too choosy and liked to sing?
Reporting in--YES! The American Statesman is still coming to Fiorella's house and landing in her upper yard, which makes Fio very happy. She also likes the way its news reporting seems to have become more oriented toward Austin than New York.
Did your girl mention that friend Ashley (a new friend, not the Ashley that Fio taught with when she was teaching at Temple College) has been urging her to get back into landscape and portrait painting business again? And that the new Ashley even knows where the local hot spots are that Fiorella could display her art and maybe set up a business?
POST choir practice: Whew, everything went much better with the choir group this evening than on her first visit, but your girl's singing voice was still way too throaty. On the other hand, she was much better at reading the music than last weeks--the angel wings of her old UT voice teacher, Edra Gustafson, must have been hovering over her.
Fiorella has finally figured out how a blog like this one, which she finished off at 10:45 pm on the 28th is published as being on the 29th--because somewhere in the machinery, 10:00 is the cut off for "day."
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