As she has already told you, Fio's eye doctor bolted on her and now your girl doesn't have an appointment for the seventh.... or and will have to spend a fair amount of time getting hold of not only another doctor, but a new method of transportation. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Fiorella is so upset that she took a second walk around the cul-de-sac last this evening.
She also doesn't like Son L blowing his top because Fiorella still hasn't mastered all the ins and outs of the modern television screen. (It seems like every time she turns around, the blue lines, yellow lines, and green lines have switched their meanings.)
Hey, have you ever read either of the two romances that your girl wrote? She can't find the first book, What the Heart Wants, but has a full tray of the second one, Where the Heart Leads. How's this for an opening? "Moira drove into the asphalt across the street from the yellow brick building and swung her six-year-old Toyota into a marked space. Panic crawled up her spine."
By bringing this book to your attention, Fiorella is bringing it to her own attention too..... and maybe coaxing herself to start writing novels again. Lolly's story, the third in this series, has been hanging loose for a long, long, time now....
Changing the subject, Fio has noticed that we have several nasty looking weeds springing up in our lawn that need to get taken care of. Your girl's first choice for replacement would be St. Augustin, which anyone who's grown up in Texas knows can have a yard looking great within a year or two--permanently!
Son L just brought in the mail for Fio to sort through while George, the cat, nestled down beside Fiorella on her bed, so your girl would guess she herself has said enough for the day. 😊
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