From Music to Taxes to Alaska to A Confession

 Fiorella didn't realize how wonderful it is that she can sing--and sing well--until this past week and a half when she hasn't been able to.

Your girl came from a singing family. On nice summer evenings, we would go out on the front porch and harmonize. Mom sang alto and the rest of us--Dad, Brother, and Fio sang melody--although after taking a music class in high school and learning how to harmonize, Fiorella  harmonized upwards. Then, when she took college classes, she hit the local big time--musical theater. Sigh.....those were the days.

Ah, well, back to the present, instead of walking the boards, your girl has been wrestling with getting her taxes ready to mail.... and will probably run late. You know how it is with theater people. 

Why all the nostalgia about times past? Partially because Fiorella is able to sing again, and partially because Halloween, in which everyone is not just permitted, but urged, to come up with some wild costume. It's also, of course, the definite end of summer--at least in Texas. No more jumping into a nice outdoor pool unless you're from Alaska.

By the way, when your girl was in her freshman year of college, there was one girl who sunbathed or swam most of the year around, a very pretty blond girl from.....DRUM ROLL--ALASKA. The dorm "mothers" considered her behavior to be a show-off to attract boys, but couldn't do anything about it, and, after all, that's how eighteen year old girls act when they're set loose in college far way from home. Not that Fio went that far, but if there was a good looking boy in her class, she did try to make a minor play for him--and not with much success. Your girl was usually at the top of the class, and that scared guys off.

Ah....now Fio is telling you all.