LATE ON THE SEVENTEENTH

 This blog may be late on the seventeenth or not appear at all because your girl is being a sport and joining the rest of the family going over to the other grandmother's house to honor IRISH, DAY this evening, which is ridiculous for Fiorella, who's half Carpathian Rusyn and not sure of anything else. But what the heck--a party's a party and Fio doesn't see very many of those nowadays.

OMG, OMG, OMG! Fiorella thought winter was over, but on opening the front door to take her daily walk around the neighborhood cul-de-sac, she discovered it was going full blast-COLD! Sigh....nothing to do but return her cuddly zip-jacket to the front-door closet and lug out her mother's  mink, which hangs to her knees. On her way back home, she did run into Son L, who was crossing their street in a jacket, but he was just visiting a neighbor while your girl stayed the track. Guess those Ohio days trained her well. 😊

As she said in the past, Fio is thinking about getting into the portrait-painting business again, but this time she's planning to arm herself with a camera. Your girl likes to use a camera because she--and her subject--have a choice of poses. 

It's hard to remember how to cook--even easy things like salmon--when you haven't used the stove or oven for a fairly long time. Have mercy!

Fio wants to recommend a nice go-to-sleep-with-a-smile-on-your-face TV movie that she watched last night. It's about witches, warlocks, and love, love, love.