Sigh--no newspaper today, just when the Luann comic strip was warming up to a new plot--but there's always tomorrow. Besides, Fio is feeling quite pleased with herself because this morning she took her first walk up to the community mailbox since her knee surgery and, although she was equipped with a cane, she didn't need it. Yahoo!
She should add that the sweetest part of the walk were the chalk drawings on the sidewalk, just like when she was a child. Some things never change. 💗💗💗
Chariot, at one time Fiorella's major source of transportation, seems to be going down hill, and Son L can't always work her into his schedule so Fio's searching out other ways to get around town. Hmm...maybe she'll give that city transportation program for people her age a try--and then, there are always taxis.
Sadly, your girl might have to quit singing. Her throat has gone bad and her nose is running like a leaky faucet. Please wish her well.
EEEEK! Christmas is fast upon us and Fiorella has yet to even start thinking about her yearly poem/picture/composition or whatever. Hmm...maybe that's what she should be working on rather that belly-aching about her runny nose.
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