Haven't heard anything about What's-His-Name lately. You know who I'm referring to--Trump. Must mean he's been pushed down the table this go-around.
Congratulate Fiorella! She finally got through to the Cheriot people and has scored a ride to her new eye doctor on the week after next. She's also hoping she can pick up a ride to her blood-draw vampires (the nurses who check her out at the heart hospital) the same day, which will be tricky. Dang! Why can't doctors come to the house to treat their patients like they did in olden days? Of course, back then, the dregs of WW2 were still lingering in the air and not many people even owned cars.
Your girl was sort of upset today so she took her daily walk early to get away from everyone, but instead, she ran into a middle-aged Hispanic woman who was going door to door with her card advertisement seeking employment. Fio has her own helper, but she took the woman's card anyway because it might come in handy someday--and also because it was in Spanish on one side, a language which Fio would like to learn (along with every other language in the world.
OMG, OMG, OMG--the time gets closer to when Fiorella is going to mail out her "late" Christmas cards and she's sort of nervous about it. What will their receivers think of them? What will they think of your girl in general?
Anyway, Fio is hoping to receive a response of two--or twenty--from people she used to know who would like to get in touch with her again.
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