Rivalry

 Hello, again! Fiorella woke up to a cold, cold house this morning so her first move was to grit her teeth, leap out of bed, and make a run for the clothes closet in the hall to grab her jacket. 

Well, it's actually anyone's jacket who can get to it first--but Fio  was on the move and she wanted to do some rearranging in her studio, like, shoving around the chairs and desks in yet another way to make the place more comfortable--at least until the next time she got another brilliant idea.

In the meantime, your girl been gloating over receiving that mid-morning call from the eye doctor's office that sister-in-law Patsy recommend.  Fiorella's appointment isn't until next month, but the wait will give your girl time to shuffle through her many insurance records to find the one that validates her coverage for glasses and whatever.

Actually, your girl was hoping she could get an eye appointment on Friday--any Friday--when her usual driver is available--but that's not going to work out. Never mind, it  looks like Fio will be able to make use her friends at Cheriot, who have always been good to her.

To end today's saga, on the way out of her bedroom, your girl (true to form) knocked her cute little pink plastic bedside lamp onto the floor and, as one of the components danced away under her bed, you could almost hear it say FREE, FREE AT LAST! 

But that lamp didn't knows who's daughter they were talking to! Just like Mom would have, Fio swept her arm under the bed, found the lamp, determined where it should go, interpreted the instructions on the bottom of it, and settled everything into place--then showed her workmanship off to Son L so he'd see that he wasn't the only one around who could fix things!