Riding Out The Storm

 Fiorella survived last night despite herself and is now trying to hold said self together. Luckily, Son L will be available to drive her to the rest of her physical therapy classes, and maybe--just maybe--if Son is too busy, your girl could snag a Cheriot driver or maybe even an Austin Senior Activity Center driver--if the city has them.

Fiorella and her daughter visited the local Senior Center yesterday, but your girl admits still being leery of it--what kind of people hang out there? Would there be anyone on the premises that she relates to? 

Of course, Fiorella's biggest interest in the Center would be in the art room, specifically, the area labeled "Wednesday Painters." She had a great time with another city-sponsored art group years years ago (and has the nude sketches to prove it) but she'll have to wait till Wednesday to find out what direction the current group is taking. And then, of course, we arrive back at Fio's same old problem--reliable transportation. 

Thinking the Center over, Fio is thinking that they might have higher attendance if they offered such projects as theater, music, and ballroom dancing.

Last comment of the day: your girl knew her computer had to be somewhere in her rooms, but couldn't find it, so, laying her pride side, she asked Son L for help, and, of course, he located it almost immediately. Where, you ask? Don't laugh, but the dang thing had dropped between the foot and the frame of her bed!