FIO ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT HER ENTERTAINMENT COMMITMENT SO HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF A ROMANCE SHE STARTED WRITING LONG AGO..... YEARS AGO

Moia drove into the the asphalt lot across the street from the yellow brick building and swung her six-year-old Toyota into a marked space.

Panic crawled up her spine.

It's just another audition, she told herself. You know the routine--you've been auditioning since you were a kid so it's big deal. You either get the part or you don't, and if you don't, there's always another audition around the corner.

But this wasn't Hollywood or New York--it was small-town Texas, and she wasn't a kid trying out for a role as somebody's  tag-along little sister. She was an adult, twenty-six years old, and this was the first day of a three-month trial for her to be herself, Moira Miranda Farrar, with no safety net whatever. The Bosque Bend Theater guild had signed her on to direct their upcoming production, and if she could pull it off, they'd keep her on permanently.

And if they didn't? No. that wasn't an option. She had  to keep this job. Everything depended her success, not only for her, but for her family, just as it had been since she was four years old when Gramp had discovered that she had a freakish memory and a gift for mimicry. With his disability stretched to the limit, she'd become the major support of their family......   

 

German: der Schauplatz  

You can figure that one out on your own!                        

YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT'S COMING......OR NOT!

 Not sure I've presented this "short" to you before, but it's good for a second run. I call it Diet.

Once upon a time there was a slender young woman, a good woman, who was married to the man of her dreams, but her best friend was fat and unmarried.

"If you lost some weight, your true nature would be revealed and you would be able to attract a husband as wonderful as mine," the slender young woman told her. "I will help you."

So, with the encouragement of her slender young friend, the fat woman dieted away one hundred pounds to become a devastating beauty. She was so devastating, in fact, that she was able to seduce her friend's husband, who left his wife for her.

"How could you do this to me, the young woman complained to her. formerly fat friend. "I have always been a good friend to you, and I was the one who helped you diet to reveal your true nature."

"Unfortunately for you," the formerly fat woman replied with a smile, "My true nature is evil."

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That's all for today. Fiorella is running short.

BIRTHDAY, QUESTIONS, FUNK, YEARNINGS, GERMAN

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, DARLING! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANYONE ELSE OUT THERE WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS ON JULY 29!

Hmmm....do people all over the world celebrate birthdays or are there hidden caches of peoples that have never even thought of so doing? Eskimos maybe?  

Your Fio is in a funk. More and more, she wants to have a dog--a big one that cuddles up to her at night. She's also in a funk about her current art project which involves melding two photographs into one painting. And, of course, she's still on the lookout for a nearby friend to weep and giggle with. Any takers?

She'd also like to get some new clothes and shoes, a bit of a facelift, and a few other touch ups, but everything depends on transportation....

 Somewhere along the way, Fiorella also hopes someone will have the time to teach her how to use her new Lively so she can rescue the pictures she has taken with it and turn the best ones into paintings for sale--if anyone in Austin is still interested in local art.

Fio will give you a poem tomorrow, she promises!

German for the day: schnell:  fast    (the "c" is silent)

                                 langsam:  slow ( the two "a"s are pronounced like "ah" )

 

 

 

 

FOOD, FRIEND, CAT, PANDA, LOOKING BACK

 Today is Thursday so Fio and Friend Raquel and drove off to H-E-B to get your girl's groceries. Little did we know that when we got home and after we had put all the groceries away, we would hear a certain large white Persian cat protesting his incarnation in your girl's clothes closet, where apparently it had been dozing for the whole time Fiorela was gone. DO NOT ASK ME TO EXPLAIN!

Your girl has finally named the large Walmart Panda Bear that she bought last year to comfort her when she's lonely, especially at night, but actually, she'd prefer an even larger dog, like a Mastiff. A charming husband would also be nice.....hint, hint

Don't know about you, but Fio thinks the ice-cream wagons aren't what they used to be. For one thing, they're bigger and much more expensive. Also you can't get to know that cute driver who has in your class last year.

Oh--the Panda.....Fio has renamed her panda "Joe-joe". 

 

Essen is German for "food."

NOT AN INTERESTING DAY

 Fio's eyes went back to normal overnight, but this morning, your girl got bawled out by Daughter-in-law for something she had done at the breakfast table which she has yet to figure out. (Shredded Wheat is Fio's game if you're interested.)

Fiorella went back to her study to work on that family painting, the one that was was half-painted several years ago, but she ended up flipping her paint pallet because the situation was so hard to deal with.. (Your girl is still cleaning up after the pallet, but wondering if her rage to is some sort of message from from God.)

Your girl went back to her painting, of course--because what else is there for her to do? Red, yellow, and white--those are her blends  for most of she skin tones she encounters, but she'd like to work with darker ones some day too. She'd also like to be out snapping shots for outdoor scenes that she could turn into paintings, but you'll remember that she doesn't have any means of travel any more.

Also, Fio has been told that no one "snaps shots" anymore. 

WHAT ELSE IS FIORELLA SUPPOSED TO DO?

GERMAN: Fio thinks she's already given you the Dutsch word for artist, which is der Kunstler (with the "u" having sort of an R sound) .

Fiorella is so bored.........

 

 

  

 

WINKLING EYES

Your girl has some problems with her eyes tonight that makes them quiver and twinkle. Hoping all will be well tomorrow......

NOT THAT MUCH TO SAY TODAY, BUT YOUR GIRL MARCHES ON

 Fiorella the Great is floundering around a bit right now. She's been trying to unite two of her art pieces (personal paintings) into one, which is scary--and possibly disastrous. Will keep you informed.

 Actually, your girl is looking for all sorts of things to keep her busy. If only she had a car....or a horse....or a friendly giraffe....or just a nice lady from across the street. Remember, not even her pastor could find anyone willing to pick up anyone as far away as Fiorella.

Son L had a friend in the house today who seemed very interested in the painting your girl was working on so maybe he'll mention the subject to his wife and she'll put in a call Fio, although most of Fiorella's sales in the olden days were at organized fairs, which Fio has seen none of since Covid. (Wouldn't it be a shame if oil paintings and the like would be yawned out of being?)

When the weather gets a little cooler, Fiorella might set out her easel in the front yard like she's been threatening to do. 😊

German: If you hear anyone calling for dar Krankenhaus, he needs a hospital-- but a Kunstler is an artist, like Fiorella, poor thing....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MORE OF THE LIFE OF FIORELLA THE GREAT!

Good grief! Fio has just now noticed that yesterday's blog didn't get published till today. It's the gremlins, I tell you!

But now that you have Fiorella's attention, she'll bring you up to date on the very large and difficult painting she started when her kids were about one, two, and eleven--or thereabouts.  The hardest thing so far has been to paint a head from one picture into the into the body of another, but after working, working, working, all seems to be well--even the warm gray background that your girl slung onto the canvas,

Has Fio told you that George, the giant white Persian cat, has figured out how to open your girl's bedroom door without knocking?

By the way, your up-to-date girl is wearing an old yellow T-shirt and her new orange-ish shorts today. Yep, you can see her all up and down the street. How's that for style!

Don't tell anyone, but Fiorella is thinking of setting up a table in the front yard and doing some painting out there. Maybe she'll pick up a few customers or, more important, maybe she'll make some neighborhood friends.

German: Sprechen sie Deutsch? (Do you speek German?)

              Fio's mother taught her this inquiry when she was a child.

TRYING TO GET MYSELF TOGETHER !

 YAY! Fiorella thought her current interest--diving into her past for forgotten art to spring up and show off to the rest of the family--was a looser, but it turned out that it wasn't after all--so far, at least. The two little girls next door are fascinated with the way Fio can cure damaged  paintings and they look at Fio with reverence. WAHOO!

 Speaking of paintings, your girl is buckling down on a triple problem now--how to properly "dress" a two-year old boy--hair, clothes, and shoes--for a  camera shoot as it would have been forty years ago plus. Fio has been working on the total package for quite a while now and it thrills her that her art talent, which she was born with, has still stayed with her.

Her talent is not only nice for greeting cards, but she has attracted interest from the children of the next-door neighbor, who is also an artist, but of a different kind--jewelry design. Interesting, but Fio is past her collecting days.

No notice from the Pastor yet. Guess no one wanted to drive Fio across town to her church even if she paid him\her. Or is there something they don't like about Fiorella?

It's odd, but Fio, who used to be a romance writer, doesn't read the sexy stuff any more. Part of the reason, of course, is that she can't pick up a soft cover in the neighborhood drugstore, but also, since your girl doesn't drive now, she can't attend the monthly meetings.

 GERMAN: das Bild  (that picture) 

                    das Bildchen (that little picture)   

 

 

 

Skip this non-blog and take good care of yourselves

 Not a good day. See you tomorrow.....

COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS, PANIC and RECOVERY, GERMAN

 Hi, there! Guess what--when Fio went out to mail the....er....mail, she ran into a nice, talkative woman she's never met before. When she got home, she mention her to Son L, and he said the lady lived almost across the street from us and worked for the company that runs the place. 

Your girl is bushed again, probably because she was working on two different halfway-finished canvases and, in the back of her head, knew that she's running out of certain very important colors. Hmmm....wondering if Michael Angelo ever had that problem.

Oh, Forella forgot to mention that today turned out to be the day that solicitations from FOUR quite worthy solicitors choked up in her mailbox at once. 

OK people, your girl knows her report is dull, dull, dull, but some big story is bound to hit the stage sooner rather than later. 

OOOPS--one just did! Her computer went out on her and Fio had to take it to Son L, who talked to the thing very sternly, performed a few mistic mumbles that Fio knows not of, and WOW! Here we are again! 

GERMAN: Dunkelheit (darkness), but you must write it with a capital "D" and the "-heit" rimes with English "fight."

 

            

THIS IS A MESS OF A BLOG!

 Your girl is wearing her father's high school shirt today--Osceola Mills--to remember him. He was the high school favorite and an athletic hero, which was quite an achievement for someone who failed first grade--probably because his parents spoke another language at home. (Maybe that's why Fio is drawn to languages: because she heard the story when she was a child.)

 Hart to Hart: Fiorella has been watching the TV show to pass the time, but it's getting boring....and a little stupid. Anyone got any other show you can pass on to your girl? Any show but the big white cat that is, which has just jumped into into Fio's lap and is looking at her adoringly. (But one cannot live by adoring cats alone.)

ZOUNDS! Why didn't your girl tell you about the painting she is shaping up, and Fio says "shape up" because she started it about twenty years ago, then packed it away in a box when moving.

 Fio just found out that Son K is even more bedridden than she is!   😓😓

 

 German: krank (sick) the "a" is "ah.

 

 

STRANGE STORIES FROM FIORELLA

FIORELA has eaten all her birthday cake and is now, with another half year behind her, contemplating her future. She can't just spend the rest of her life watching TV, but without having transportation, what is she to do? The weather is so intense that she can't even take a walk out in the evening. The only good thing is that her blood tests have returned to their former placid levels.

HOW ABOUT FIO ENTERTAINING YOU WITH A FEW OF HERE OLDIES LIKE "Fair is Fair."

       The last human beings had died eons ago and the nuclear-contaminated planet had revolved silently for fifteen million years after that--revolved and evolved so that scarcely forty more years later, the dino-sapiens were burning the carbonized remains of humanity to fuel their vehicles.

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Little Red Ridinghood started out on the path to her grandmother's house even though Henny Penny had warned her that the sky was falling and she have to seek shelter with Goldilocks in the three bears' house. When the wolf threatened to blow the house down, Little Red ran out of it and down the path no Cinderella's house, and when the clock struck twelve, she lost her shoe and turned into a pumpkin.......

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Once upon a time, there was a slender young woman, a good woman, who was married to the man of her dreams. Her best friend was fat and unmarried. "If you lost some weight, your true nature would and you would be able to attract a husband as wonderful as mine," the slender young woman said. "I will help you." So, with the encouragement of her friend, the fat woman dieted away one hundred pounds and became a devastating beauty. In fact, she as so devastating that she was able to seduce her friend's husband, who left his wife for her. "How could you do this to me?" the slender young woman complained to her formerly fat friend. "I have always been a good friend to you , and I was the one who helped you diet to reviel your true nature. "Yes," the woman replied with a smile, "but my true nature is evil."

NO GERMAN TODAY, Mein Freund!

         

 

 

 

 

 

DOING THE BEST SHE CAN....

 Have you ever stopped and thought how much better shape our country would be in now if Hillary had been our president? (And yes, Fio still thinks that Trump stole those key votes!!!)

Son L and your girl waited in the line-up forever to get her blood checked because they were about fifteen minutes late, which irritated Fiorella, because they had bean a little late because of Son's work schedule, something we cannot control....

Afterwards, Son took your girl to a TARGET--an honest-to-goodness store--which she hasn't been in for  about four years. Fio wandered around the place in wonder, but the only thing she bought was a pair of orangish shorts. (Thank you very much to Son Lee, but she would like to be guided around by a stylish female next time around.)

Found one of your girl's old poems, then lost it again. Ah, well....it will turn up again sooner or later.

Cross your fingers: Fiorella has set up another scheme to get to church and back again.😊

 

GERMAN: der (this),  die (which),  das (what) 

    (DIE is pronounced like English "dee.")

 

 

 

COMPLAINING ALL THE WAY!

Your girl can't believe it's the 17th already, but she hasn't been doing much except try together her 2022 tax stuff. How wonderful it would be if she had friends to talk with and maybe even drive out to get the new shoes and underwear she needs.  

Has Fiorella mentioned that she is lucky enough to have two watches, a silver one for when she's wearing her silver necklace and a gold one for when she her has gold chain on? The only problem is that she is so house-bound that she seldom has a chance to show them off. Remember, not even her church can find someone to drive her.

Hart to Hart is getting v-e-r-y boring, but what else does your girl have to watch--again--and again--and a again?  And then there are the Pugs that Son L introduced at Fio's birthday party, which reminded Fio  of her Mastiff, Sonya, whom she loved so much but who had to be put down because she was so old that she could hardly walk.....

Fiorella spent the largest part of her life in Austin and it's a shock to be such a stranger to it now....and to have everyone else see her as a stranger.....

 

GERMAN: Die Sorge ist mi Name...

"Sorge and Name have two syllables

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PROBLEMS, TV, BEAUTY, KING CAT, PUPPIES, GERMAN

 Hello! Everything has gone awry today, from pills to remnants of yesterday when Fiorella was taken to task by Son K's wife, but your girl is surviving. Whatever--Fio does her best to make all people happy at all times, but sometimes her good intentions fall flat.

Your girl is getting tired of the TV show Hart to Hart, but she doesn't like shows that gush blood either. Any ideas for in-betweens? (What she would really like to do is revive some of the old TV quiz shows.)

Hip, hooray--Fio has an appointment in about two weeks to get a growth on her cheek removed. While she's there, she'll ask the doctor about a scratch mark on her forehead too. Is Fiorella vain? OF COURSE! WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK SHE HAD A HALF JAW-LIFT YEARS BACK?

Can't help but notice that George, the Persian male who likes to cuddle, is hanging around closer to yours truly now that there are dogs in the house. Jealous? Hmmmm.....

GERMAN: interesting words easy to pronounce

immer.... always

Haus......house

Himmel heaven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BIRTHDAY TIME!

 How nice! It isn't even noon and Fiorella has already received TWO happy birthday phone calls--one from childhood friend Elaine and the other from Cheriot, an organization she has supported that provides transportation for people who don't drive anymore. Whahoo! Whats next? 😁

In the meantime Fiorella is going through her old romances--the two she got published and the ones she didn't finish--to get in the mood for writing again. And if you're wondering about why she writes romances, it's because she likes happy endings.

OOOPS! Some of Fio's clothes were washed in VERY hot water and a pair of her shorts have shrunk. She'll have to pay more attention to the set on the washer next time around.

Happiness! A cousin that she hasn't seen in about five years (when she used to drive) had been invited to her birthday party today. WHEW! Fio had been worried about him at one time, but all is well and he's playing a part, as is Son L, in the family business inherited through your girl's sister's-in-law's side of the family. Got all that? 

Dang! There were enough people at her birthday party that your girl's panic button went off and she couldn't converse as well as she should have. Hope no one got offended.....

  GERMAN: This is a GOOD ONE!  Nachmittag  (evening time)

  A capital letter, of course, and the " a's" are soft, ch" more of an "k" with spirit as with the "g."

                                                           

Oh, Lordy, Your Girl Is Behind Again .....

 Tomorrow is Firorella's birthday, and your girl is sort of afraid of it. How about us a identifying birthdays by going backwards?

Fio spent a fair amount of time today reading through an old romance (not her on) that she had once adored, and now she wonders if she's past the "swoon" stage. How sad....your girl has a fair number of half-written stories still hiding in her shelves.

The two new residents of the house, the little pugs, are learning the ropes fast and will be out on the floor within a week. (Maybe then, Fio can convince Son L and wife to add a baby mastiff to the tribe. (Oh, has your girl mentioned that before?😊)

Has Fiorella that she got out her checkbook and bought a My Pastbook of her various contribution to Facebook through the years? Not only do the photos give her pleasure, but they help your girl in her constant battle to return to normalcy.

 

GERMAN: der Regen       the rain             The R is pronounced in the back of the mouth.

                    die  Regen       which rain

                    das   Regen      that rain

CHURCH, CHARIOT, PUPPIES, CUL-DE-SAC, SONIA DOG, PANDA, ID CARD

 In case you're wondering, Fiorella still doesn't have a ride to Gethsemany Lutheran church, but she does    have a scheme a-cookin': to engage the help of Cheriot, the free transport for older people who who don't drive any more, but need a ride. Let's just hope that Gethsemany is inside the designated territory......

 Hey, hey--THE NEW PUPPIES ARE HERE and we're getting acquainted with each other. Max and Izzy sleep and eat a lot, of course, but that's what you expect from babies. The Persian checked them out through the safety net, then yawned, and walked away as if he couldn't care less.

Each morning, your girl has been planning to walk the cal-de-sac in the morning because it's too hot in the evening, but every day, something has happened in the afternoon to get her off schedule. GRRRRRRRR!

Speaking of dogs, Fio can't tell you how much she misses her sweet Mastiff, Sonia, who slept with your  girl every night after her husband died. Now, your girl sleeps with a four-foot-tall panda that she bought in an after-Christmas one year and, every night, she make sure he is safe and comfortable. (Not sure what he thinks about having the TV above the bureau, though.)

Just had a bad scare--your girl rummaged through her purse and couldn't find her ID card.  She sank into a seat in despair--then felt something scrape her breast. Yep, you got it. Her driver's license was tucked in her bra.

 

GERMAN: A very easy one....Amerikanisch    (American)

Practice rolling your tongue on it. I's fun!

BEHIND THE TIMES, STRAY POETRY, HART to HEART, ETC.....

 Rats! Spoiled again by modern technology! The new-fangled camera, the one your girl has been counting on to replace the now apparently non-existent shutter camera or whatever, doesn't automatically develop the shots.

Fio found this poem among her papers, but has written so many poems through the years that she doesn't know whether "L'envoi to Blind" is one of hers, partially hers, or stolen:      "In the theater of the mind/ The unremitting reels unwind/ Horrors ceaselessly replay/ Obscuring now for yesterday..../In the theater of the mind/ Eyes that see too much go blind. " Whoever claims it, Fiorella likes it..

Your girl has gotten a kick out of the Hart to Hart movies on TV. They're funny, quick, and the badmen/women are always caught, although non of the three main characters have yet to kill anyone....or even mess their hair....

WHAT HAPPENED? Fiorella pushed what she thought was the correct button on her computer and instead, it totally erased what she had just written, which was that there will be an addition to the family tomorrow: TWO PUG PUPPIES! Fio will welcome them, of course, but she also hopes the family will open the doors to a third dog, a bigger dog--like a Mastiff or a Weimaraner, both of which your girl has mothered previously.

 Das Deutsch ( is an interesting language.)

    As in English, the first letter of the first word of a sentence is capitalized.

    In fact, the first letter of the names of all languages are capitalized, like English, Spanish, etc.

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 EXTRA: Dog ist Hund 

 

From Fio's Pondering to Painting to Cul-de-Sac to a Back-Ache

 Your girl, as usual, can't figure what in the world is going on with the powers-that-be in the electronics, but she does know that diving into her favorite old paperbacks is a really good idea. It reunites her with the romance-writing world she used to live in and may even give her an idea or two for a good plot.😀

Fio hasn't done much painting these past couple of days. For one thing, her file drawers, standing drawers, and the long table next to the front window have to share work space with a mini-freezer. For another thing, she hasn't come up with  anything new and wonderful that makes her wants paint or write about. Ah, well...there's always tomorrow.

Hmm,,,,glancing out the window of her bedroom window, Fiorella can see that the sun is finally beginning to dim, which means that your girl can take the cul-de-sac down and about today without burning herself.

Wow! Fio had a hard time on the c-d-c walk, but it was from her back, not the weather. She'd been lying on her bed in her bedroom most of the afternoon, playing with her computer---not a good way to treat her spine. Looks like your girl will have to bring a chair into her bedroom when she's writing from now on.

 

GERMAN: Baum (tree) Note that the first letter of an object (like a tree) is always capitalized.

Hoping This Blog Will Reach You!

What is going on? The message that Fio rote yesterday for today has been swept off the face of the earth and your girl is beginning to think that her computer is playing tricks on her.....or maybe that she herself is pushing the wrong buttons. Whatever, Fiorella will continue to write--it's her nature and she can't do otherwise.

Anyway, Fiorella spent most of the afternoon in her daughter's home, cuddling her sweet baby boy--who is trying manfully to walk, but not quite making it yet.  Ah, family, God's great blessing....

As soon as Fio walked into her bedroom back at the house, the family's big white Persian leapt out of nowhere onto the bed and cuddled beside Fiorella her like she'd been been gone for years. Hmmm...maybe your girl should try to paint him....if she can get a clear shot first!

Fio has been a little worried about her own medical situation recently, but everything seems to be ok now....except that said large white Persian has left the room, which means Fiorella has no chance of making a sketch of him today.

It always warms your girl's heart to visit Daughter because several of both her paintings and family paintings are featured running up the walls into the upstairs.

 

German: verstehen.......understand. Note that the word is verb , thus doesn't require capitalization, but "ste" is pronounced "shtay."

 

 

 

 

 

Hoping, Hoping, Hoping....

 Fiorella will ignore the bad (the loss of the past two blogs) and continue onward, onward, onward. Right now, she is waiting for her driver to appear and wisp her off to H-E-B for her weekly groceries. Then, when she gets back to the house, she'll break an orange pill in two and swallow one or the other of the remains. (Translation: she accidentally overdosed on one of her meds and has to make up for it.)

ALARM! YOU MAY HAVE HEARD THIS BEFORE, BUT YOU ARE HEARING IT AGAIN--your girl is bored, bored, bored! She's watched every ancient TV show in the world and can recite Hart to Hart in her sleep (Robert Wagner, Stephanie Powers (who is Russian), 1979-84).

ACTION is what Fio needs--action and new relationships. She wants to make something or build something. She wants to walk outside and have someone greet her by name and maybe come over and chit-chat a little. She wants to know the names of her neighbors and have them know her

Fio's biggest problem, of course, is transportation, even to church, as you well know by now, but there's always a passing hope that Chariot, our local Senior transportation, will be able to help Fio--or that her pastor could some how lasso someone into helping Fiorella. 

P.S. Please forgive your girl's misspelling  of "bored" the last time or two. (Her mother, a spelling champion, would have had a fit!)

PROBLEMS!

 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BLOG I POSTED TODAY!!!!!

OMG....SOMEHOW, I DESTROYED MYSELF!

FFROM CHURCH TO FORTH GRADE SONGS TO THE WEATHER TO SHOES TO GERMAN.....

 Your girl is still trying to hitch a ride to church and has decided to ask the pastor to dangle a very nice  amount of traveling money in front of the congregation as a lure. We'll see what happens...or doesn't.

Fio took her daily stride around the neighborhood cul-de-sac today and, as she decided to do a while back, sang "Lavenders blue Dilly, dilly, Lavenders green"--which you may remember from your fourth grade class--on the way back.What your girl is hoping will happen is that another musical former fourth grader will join her...and another, and another. Maybe then, we could all sing "Go Tell Aunt Rhody the Old Grey Goose Is Dead" too....and when Christmas draws near, we could go caroling together.  Everyone is just too dang solemn around here!

It's eight-of-five in the evening, and Fiorella, in her bare feet, just came in from visiting the the warm, warm outside. Has summer always been that overheated?

Gonna have to go to a real shoe store. Those shoes that your girl bought at Walmart are so uncomfortable that she's running around around the house bare-foot.

GERMAN: Freund means "friend." The "eu" is pronounced "oi").

 

 

 

 

BOO-HOO TIME....GET OUT YOUR KERCHIVES!

 Aha! Your girl is flying high--she just remembered that she had actually taken a semester of German with not only a teacher and a full class, but also with her next-door-neighbor, a German woman just off the boat who was determind to get Fio to the top of the class--and she did! 

Yes, Fiorella loves languages, but right now, all she hears around her is English. WHAT IS SHE BEING PUNISHED FOR? Just give her the chance and she could probably pick up not only German, but Spanish, which is derived from Latin, which your girl took in high school. 

Fio is having trouble writing right now because George, the big, beautiful, white cat who loves her wants to express himself by purring loudly and refusing to allow her to type with more than one hand at a time. (The other hand, of course, was reserved for petting him.)

Your girl was leafing through some old photographs and came across one that featured her late husband, which made her cry--first because she had almost forgotten what he looked like, second, because she missed him so, and third because there are so any things Fio can't do as a loner--not even get to church.

GERMAN: nict/not,  haben/have/  heute/today (heute is pronounced  h O I t a)

 

YIKES--FIO LOST LOST HER WAY

 Fio, as most of you know,  is an artist and started "professionally" when she was about four years old and her local newspaper, which had a children's drawing contest each Sunday usually chose her as one of the winners ...so she entered more and more of the paper's contests and won more and more of them. Then, as she got older, her teachers would chose her to illustrate various blackboards.

Then along came Mrs. Fisher and her after-school oil painting classes.

Later, your girl embraced acrylics because they dried faster than oil, and she's been painting with them ever since. However, Fio is now trying to resurrect a couple of her older works, which means she'll have to buy herself some oil paints and and a nice smock. Sigh....no fun, but it's got to be done.

Wish we had the space to set up Fiorella's sewing machine, etc., but your girl's art room doesn't have any more room to spare. Somehow, this blog isn't reading right today so Fio will jump into GERMAN,  then close the conversation off:

                       The word for "artist" is Kunstler which is pronounced Kinstler.

 

LATE AT NIGHT RAMBLING

 Whadda-ya-know! Fiorella had so much going on in the afternoon today that she forgot to write to you! And she got a new pair of shoes to boot--pun intended, of course!

  Her morning was rather a drag--and especially so regarding her hope that someone would show up who would whisk her off to Gethsemane Lutheran Church across town. She even dressed in one of her nicest outfits despite the fact that she knew that her chance was next to nothing. 

However, in the afternoon, she did some nice finishing work on the (India) Indian girl and then did some repair work on a portrait of her father-in-law that Husband had had her to paint years ago, which made her wonder if she could lure neighborhood parents to her door by offering art classes. But then she remembered that at least two of our close neighbors are artists themselves.....

What your girl really needs to do figure out how to work that new cell phone that her daughter was kind enough to supply her with. Then she can get herself a spread on Face Book like she used to.  Remember when she was putting DUMP TRUMP on line every day? WAHOO!

German: At this time of night, Fiorella will be going to das Bett, which is, of course, "the bed."  Are you beginning to see how close Deutsch is to our English? Dutch, of course, is another spinoff.

 

 

Hard to Write and Research because a Certain White Cat Keeps Trying to Butt In to Fio's Communicatons! Verstehsie du Mich?

 Welcome to July, Fiorella's birthday month--not that she's getting any older, of course!

Actually, your girl is sort of in the doldrums. It's too hot outside for her to take her usual trip around the cul-de-sac, she's used up all her age-related home visits from bright-eyed nurses, and is board, board, board. She doesn't even have a good paperback to read....if such things still exist.

Saturday, the day the local paper takes a vacation, drives Fio crazy. WHY? Surely there are as many crimes, marriages, car accidents, etc., as on any other day of the week.....

Fiorella looks so cute in her beige shorts, purple T-shirt, gold earrings and necklace, and the gold watch that Daughter gave her, but she needs beige shoes too.  Yep! She's just like that. (If you don't know it already, she's let her hair grow long to suit the current fashion. It's still brown but with some white along the front when your girl got the face-life about five years ago. (She's considering another one some day or other.)

Fio had a real scare last week when H-E-B wouldn't accept her credit card, but as it turned out, your girl had lost the bill under her bed when she'd opened her groceries and it had flitted away. Once that frightening event had been cleared up, all was well....for now.

"Deutschland" is, of course, Germany. Das Deutschland is THE Germany.