HOORAY FOR FIO! She had the names of the pills for which she needed a refill on and thus wouldn't have to wait with her phone to the ear for what seemed to be forever this time around--except that the person in front of her hadn't caught on to the courtesy.
Your girl didn't work on her painting of Mrs. Gustafson today. It needs a lot of touching up, but she wants to let the paint dry first. Also, the blouse is questionable.
How strange that Fiorella lives in such a well-populated area and yet she hasn't made any real friends even though she walks the local cul-de-sac almost every day for exercise...and curiosity. A couple of months ago, someone suggested to her that she should walk in the evening because that is when older people and their dogs gather as the sun is settling. (Fio didn't have the heart to tell said informant that by then all doors are barred tight in her neighborhood.)
"What about your music," you ask. "Well, your girl resigned from the Methodists because, even though they'd been very kind to her, because her heart is Lutheran--born and raised. Now, let's hope she can find someone who will be able to drive her to the church, which may be hard because it is further away than the Methodist church".
Our new word for the day is and easy one: "Das Buch," or, as you guessed, means "the book." 😁
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