Is it really March 8th already? If so, what has your girl gotten done? What about all those little tabs she' s pinned and taped to the wall in her bedroom, especially the ones that are double-outlined in red?
Well, it's not as if Fiorella can get around anywhere unless it's a brief Friday afternoon run out for groceries and a few extras with her former maid. And, by the way, her days of watching free TV are also over because the powers-that-be have moved most of the shows to payment status.
At least, she still has her sense of humor, sympathy for others, interest in everything around her, and artistic talent-- but what she's lost is her ability to travel on her own.
Actually, her car is still in use by Son L and family, but Fiorella's bad left eye bars her from driving anymore. This means she has to call on Son, who is already overloaded, or Cheriot, a local set up for older people who need to get somewhere but don't have the wheels. It's a great organization and Fiorella has contributed to it often as a thank-you, but one has to call seven days ahead and its service does not extend beyond the city limits.
Fiorella's main exercise, as you've probably guessed, is walking up to the top of the hill in her neighborhood, then walking down to the bottom of the cul-de-sac, walking up to the hill again, then back down to the house and home--twirling her crimson cane like a baton along the way. Those majorettes who taught her how to twirl when she was in the second grade in Ohio would be proud of her!
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