Fio gets stymied by the weirdest things--like not being able to find an eraser anywhere in the house when she needs it. Is this a curse, and will Son L be able to take one glance arounfd at her desktop and spot whatever it is that she can't see herself?
The rest of the family went off to visit the other grandparents so your girl spent a couple of hours piecing together a Halloween welcome for the the front dour inside screen. It was all paper of course, and took advantage of the fact that the word HALLOWEEN has three syllables--HALL-O-WEEN. Your girl had a hard time with it, but managed to get the "O" between the two syllables, outline the word "HAPPY" in black above the syllable "O", then stuck on the sidelines with two-sided tape. Wish you could have been here and watched the show--Fio spoke sharply to the various colored papers, the pieces of orange paper she couldn't find, the fat white cat lazing on my bed and purring in amusement, and her outrage when she suddenly realized she'd put "O" on top of the greeting rather than bottom and would have to remake it all.
Why was your girl so determined to spend so much time on working on her own special Halloween gegaw when she could probably have found something like it--or better--in a store? BECAUSE SHE'S AN ARTIST, BORN AND BRED!
Enough of that. Instead, Fiorella wants to tell you about her wonderful recovery from the that nasty cold that drove her out of the church choir she's hooked up with. The kudos belong to Son L, of course, the kudos belong to Son, who hauled Fio girl all over central Texas till he found out why she coughed so much and couldn't sing. She's probably told you all about it before, but your girl is still a little dazed.
Meanwhile, that big white cat is trying to get Fiorella's attention by nudging her hand and yanking on her earrings.
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