Hey, hey, hey! Your girl was beating her brain trying to how to organize all her art stuff--which is hard enough--but then, while going through some old photos of the insides of her parent's home, she realized that a really good copy she had made of "Mary" holding the "Christ Child" and given to them was nowhere to be seen. That's the sorrow of being an artist--you have to sell or donate all your "children" if you want them to stand a chance of staying alive in this world. Sigh....
But in the meantime, Fio went through her brushes again and is aghast to tell you that she actually has not forty but FORTY brushes ready at her command....although the five of them she bought last week were ones she used when she couldn't find the other thirty-five.
Sorrow: your girl's blue shoes (Keds) have sprung a leak in their soul/sole and Fiorella needs new shoes, but she can't locate anyone who has the time to give her a hand with her foot 😜. Will accept any and all suggestions.
Awww, this is so sweet--the big white Persian cat has made himself a nest beside Fio on top of her left leg and under the bottom of her computer. It's nice to be appreciated....
Thinking about her mother made Fiorella wonder about how "our" house looks now, but there's no way she'll arrange for a drive to Waco to find out. (She still remembers the address, but the neighborhood would be a stranger to her, or worse, maybe even torn down.)
Your next German word is chair, which is Shtool, which is spoken exactly like it's written, but means a little different.
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