Rainy Weather Brings People Together

 January, the second....

Fio forgot to tell you that her mother's mink jacket is back in the correct house again and that when your girl stroked the precious fur yesterday evening, she started crying because she loved her mother so much and misses her so much. As your girl has asked before and will surely ask again, why do good people have to die?

Yours truly, the queen of Kleenex, has been crying on and off ever since coming home from a visit to her late husband's grave today. Son L and Daughter had arranged the three-person get-together, but we didn't stay for long because it was cold and Daughter had brought Baby with her.

After Mother and Child left, Son L and Fio shot down the highway to a restaurant that she's always liked but hasn't visited for a couple of years--it's called FDD (Fuddruckers.) If you live anywhere near it, try it--you'll like it! 

Oh, Lordy! Your girl is having trouble keeping her pills separate again. It's the holidays, like Christmas and New Years, that do her in. She gets so involved in all the extra stuff that she neglects her pill box, so pray for her tomorrow, the day when she s supposed to report in to her nurse.

 When, oh when, will Fio take down her Christmas decorations, and how will she protect them for next year? The decorated candelabra facing the street, the smaller ones inside doors, the flat bells made of red cardboard, the fake holly and berries, the plastic doves, the modernistic eight-inch cardboard trees in the bathroom, the electronic Santa who moves back and forth and waves his hand at everyone who comes in the door,  and her use of gold and silver paper everywhere, and her contributions to the family Christmas tree?