FROM MORNING TO EVENING

 Fiorella's day has been very busy today--first off to her doctor's office to get an official discharge of herself and her left knee, then, at home, continuing to work on the painting of her beloved voice teacher, Edra Gustafson, which is finally coming along quiet well. (Methnks it was merely a case of back-in-the-saddle again.) Hmm...wonder if your girl could start up a painting class for the neighborhood kids. ALL OVER TEN, OF COURSE!

The daily newspaper ran a picture of about twenty women--maybe more--lined up in front of the xxxxxxx and calling for gun control. For the sake of my nephew, who was killed by the UT Tower sniper and the children and teachers who were killed in Uvalde, for everyone whose friends and relatives have had their lives cut short by senseless murders, and for all of us who have lost people we loved,  your girl cut that picture out of the newspaper and Scotch Taped it to her shirt and, when questioned, explained that this was her way to join the ladies in so all anyone had to do to to find out her thoughts on gun control was read the newspaper page taped across her bosom. 

AND IT WORKED TO SOME DEGREE! An older man, who, as it turned out, had known Fiorella's  father-in-law, stopped and talked with her about the horror days, and the doctor's assistant was almost reverent about the fragile newspaper clipping when Fio told him why she had it taped to my shirt.

Hmm....wondering if Fio could set up a painting class in her studio. Yours truly doesn't have much room, but maybe she could move things around a bit....

In plowing through her old jewelry, your girl was surprised to find she has far too many sets of gold earrings--any takers?