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Hello, there! Sorry about having to post so late, but your girl was busy, busy, busy all day--not with the things she WANTED to do, but what she HAD to do--like make sure of her weekly ride to H-E-B to buy   food for the coming week.

 Interestingly enough, buying her own food and not being able to drive to a neighborhood store down the hill every other minute has helped her lose a bit of weight. 😊

Did Fiorella tell you that she absolutely adores an old Goldie movie that she discovered about a week ago? Goldie Hawn, Bette Midler, and Diane Keaton are the stars--WHAT A LINE-UP and WHAT A SHOW! Fio has been using it and Goldie's OVERBOARD to lull her to sleep at night---with the sound turned down, of course. 😁

EEEEK! Fiorella suddenly lost track of all of my followers and had to race down the hall to see if Son L could repair whatever damage she had incurred--but it turned out that there is something called a power button that saved the day--- and now your girl knows where it is.

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German:     well..... gesund    make the "nd" tough

                    sick..... krank     make "kr" tough    

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WHERE THE HEART LEADS:

Moira rolled over onto her stomach and watched as the flames snapped and flickered against the dark recess of the fireplace and orange as the yellow arms fought each other, twisting and turning like whirling dervishes. 

This was the very same fire the Neanderthals warmed their caves with, she mused, but it was a different fire--every fire was the same but different--and every fire was beautiful.

Rafe lifted two more logs from the elegant rack beside the fireplace, but this time the greedy flames seemed to reach for him. He stepped back quickly and put up the screen, then turned to Moira.

"This should take care of us for the evening."

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SOMETHING OF A LOAD TODAY

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How did we ever exist without without paper towels? And air conditioners? And televisions? And now, how could could we ever exist without them?

Fiorella has been thinking about the Earth--which is way too crowded right now due to the marvels of modern medicine--and there will be many more Earthlings to come....so what will we do? Encourage worldwide battles (via Hitler) to discover the "fittest?" Will we have a certain date by which older people are executed to make room for the newborn? How about spreading some kind of awful disease? Think about it!

Remember when Fio was griping about the newspaper? Well, just now, Son L has delivered two to her face.....and she had already picked up the same delivery this morning. Apparently, 'tis the season to overdo the delivery in hopes your girl will deliver big on Christmas morning.

By the way, if anyone is reading, Fiorella needs more shorts. She accidentally shrank her nice two-year-old pairs and has to make due with her OLD, OLD ones--not that anyone looks at her jeans anymore, but she's dropped a few smudges of paint on them too.

For some unknown reason, over breakfast this morning, Fiorella started thinking about two very good friends over breakfast. We were all in college and working part-time at Sears Roebuck, which apparently doesn't exist anymore (at least in Austin). We stayed in touch for a while after our Sears sojourn, but then, as things go, drifted apart, and Fio is probably the only one of left. 

But their distant memories bring her a pang of joy and she cries. 

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GERMAN:   

strong.... stark

weak.... schwach

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Rafe unfolded himself from the wicker lawn chair and waited for Moira and her sister to come up the walk.

Don't rush it, cowboy. She's got her sister with her. Don't rush it. Pretend  pretend  you've come out to sit on the patio and enjoy the cool weather.  Don't let on  you've been wearing out your watch looking to see how many more minutes it would be till they arrived. 

 A hood of heat swept through him as he watched Moira come up the flagstone walk. She are her sister were both carrying broad-brimmed hats, but while Astrid was dressed in jeans and something that looked like an old hoodie, Moira had on a rose-colored, figure hugging western style shirt and jeans that were tight enough to show  off her per little bottom.

Rafe smiled. No  Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles this time around....

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A DIFFERENT SORT OF PONDER, EASY GERMAN, WHERE THE HEART LEADS

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A DIFFERENT SORT OF PONDER,

Your girl has been going through diaries from long ago lately to find interesting information from her past, like that at one time, she was afraid of becoming a bag lady. In fact, the possibility became such a lurking specter that she sometimes considered rushing to embrace her fate.

Fiorella's major motivation in life is to live as opposed to dying. Physically, she wants to live forever--or at least as long as possible. She also wants her name, work, and influence on her children to survive.  

Bodies are odd. Because they are our vehicles, people identify them as as being us, but Fio, for one, is always amazed when she checks herself out in the mirror: THAT ISN'T WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE! Wouldn't it be better if people could see others inner selves?

Does anyone else think and dream and feel? What if I am the only one? Will the world disappear if  Fiorella longer exists?

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GERMAN    THE EASIEST WORDS IN THE VOCABULARY-----

                 der Winter      "W" has a V sound                      

                 der Sommer    "O" has a round O sound

                            

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She got out of her car and slammed the door as hard as she could to end the matter.

A joyous fanfaronade of barking broke out in response. 

God, no. She knew what that meant. Somehow, within twenty four hours of their arrival, her sister had acquired a dog--probably a flea ridden mongrel that would them both the mange. The barks grew more frantic the nearer Moira got to the kitchen door and she opened it to a high-pitched yap or canine excitement

Astrid stood just inside. holding a large, golden-furred, black faced dog on a bright pink leash.

 Ivanhone! No! Don't bark at Moira! Sit!

Ivanhoe  sat. Of course he did. Canines always obeyed Astrid.

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 TRYING TO STICK EVERYTHING TOGETHER

 

 Fiorella's been driving herself crazy trying to figure out what the looks of a seven-year male would look like for her painting, and even though she had a couple of the same herself, she was way off base when it came to putting brush on canvas and will have to redo the scene she is concocting. Good thing that she's replenished her store of paint recently....

WHOOPEE! Your girl actually was able to contact the Chariot people, who will drive her to BOTH of her  her monthly blood draws, all of which also relieve Son's ever-expanding responsibilities somewhat.

WHEW, our weather is backing off more and more--Fio actually enjoyed her stroll down the cul-de-sac to deliver our mail to the communal post office, and she noticed a couple more people outside too.

OH...the news! Son L' s two little dogs discovered your girl's art room as she was painting, and Daughter-in-Law had to rescue Fio from the onslaught.  (Little dogs are NOT your girl's favorites.)

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German: Photograph  Aufnahme

               Painting       Malen   

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 This is how the book was advertized:

A new beginning. It was the only thing former child star Moira wants. Putting her painful Hollywood memories in the rear view mirror, she's headed to Texas and to an exciting new job directing a small-town theater group. But it's the sinfully sexy smile of red-headed rancher  Rafe McAllister that makes Moira  dream of starting over--even though she knows that anything more than a fling would set the stage for heart break.

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HELLO! Energized and Bat Together Again....to Some Extent

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Fiorella is back in town! She's still wincing from that pain in the side of her neck and her lack of friends, but her taxes are almost almost all done without any of the last-minute hub-bub of former years--so all in well with her world (she hopes.)

Now to start preparing for Halloween. Last year, Fio not only cut out paper witches and fake lanterns to decorate the walls, but found five little pumpkins in H-E-B that she lined her inside entryway. Darn--your girl hasn't seen any miniatures this year!

The big question, of course, is whether your aging girl will walk with the herd of adults and parents like she did last year. In this neighborhood, it seems to be the fashion, and Fiorella doesn't like being left home alone, so we'll just wait and see. She could always get out her purple cane......😡 

 Fiorella is honored! The little girl who was heading home after playing with Granddaughter asked Fio to watch her while she ran across the street.

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 German:  amerikanisch..........      American     What Germans call an American

                 deutsch ..................       German         What Americans call a Deutsch

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Fio  is having trouble with her teasers, especially she was stupid enough not to list the ones she's already written, so just enjoy the new ones and reruns, no matter what, because the cat is sitting on Fiorella's belly and won't get off!

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The rain came in spits and spatters, first a polite pitter-patter, and the next minute, a windshield-blinding maelstrom, then back to the droplets again. Moira gazed out the window of the car at the sodden landscape, but didn't see a thing.   

What had Rafe Allister done to her?  Her pulse was thumping, her nerves were humming, and she felt like she was floating on air. God help her, that was exactly what it had been like when Colin had kissed her the first time. 

Remember that, Moira, and don't let yourself get caught in another spider web. The windshield wipers went backed her up with every swish-- sex only, sex only, sex only.......

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A BREAK

 Fiorella is taking a break today. She needs to think things over.

From Goldie to Pumpkins to Organization German to WHERE THE HEART LEAVES!

 OMG! Fiorella is way, way behind in the entertainment world: actress Goldie Hawn, whom she has just discovered, died a while back. That shows how out of touch a person can get when she doesn't keep up with the rest of the world! (Were all those long cigarettes her Goldie smoked in her movies the cause?) OOPS! Somebody in now telling your girl that her favorite actress is still alive. Hmm, may have to wait a while to unravel the story.

Fiorella is in the house alone today, and it feels weird, but what the heck? Pumpkin time is coming! (Now where did your girl stash away the cute Halloween cut-outs that she made last year?)

Well, since she can't find last year's Halloween cuties, how about gathering all her scattered notes and organize them into readable lists by names, phone numbers, addresses, and birthdays? 

Half an hour later and that didn't work either.....

Now that it's near eventide and everyone but Fio is having a great time at Daughter-in-Law's place about half an hour away, while your girl is packing away her art colors and, pallet in hand, checking what's available on the remote.

Half an hour later and again, and Fiorella has decided to give up, even though the cat has decided to her nose a bath.

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Ict kann nicht meine bida hosa holen--(or something like that)--which is is something my muter taught me....

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Good morning Glory!

Rafe came into the room with a broad smile on his face and the remains of her clothes on his arm. The skirt and her panties would be goners, she knew, but Astrid's blouse, her bra, and the flemenco shoes seem to have survived. He deposited everything on a chair across the room and came over to kiss her forehead. 

He hadn't shaved yet, and he hadn't bothered with a shirt or shoes either. His jeans rode low on his hips, and he was looking at her like she was breakfast.

Excitement percolated under her skin.  Even on the morning after in the bright light of day, when she should be recovering her right mind, she still wanted him. Rafe McAllister was plain and simple, the sexiest man alive......

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SILENT

Too Much to Handle!

 The big, white, loving cat joined Fio in her bedroom for almost the whole morning....until he heard the sound of the can opener in the kitchen being prepared.

Your girl will admit she is still depressed. She can't find that second Goldie Hawn movie she wanted to watch again (and again), she's running out of brassieres, and her right shoulder is still painfully out of whack.  

Whew! At least the weather has cooled down enough that Fio can walk the cul-de-sac each day again. And yes, she still stops in the middle of the walk and sings "Lavender's Blue" in memory of Mrs. Johnson, her fourth grade teacher at North Waco Elementary....also to remind herself that she can still sing!

 How is the painting going, you ask? Well, it's moving along at a measured pace, but Fiorella is worried about pulling everything together. Does elder son's head look too large? What sort of background can I use? Does the painting of Husband look anything like him?

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German: eye..........das Auge 

               nose ......die Nase

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Where the Heart Leads

This as the scene where the heroine discovers the dead body and screams her lungs out. But no, Moira--you've already done that in real life, and it wasn't a practice room, but a beautifully decorated bedroom with the morning sun shining through the window. And you didn't scream.

She knocked on the door.

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PS:

Your girl is going to try to make a list of the "sweet"  sections so he doesn't repeat them.

 

 

 

 

TRYING, TRYING, TRYING....

 Fiorella has decided to grab the next person who comes around and demand (1) regular transportation and (2) a doctor to fix her painful upper right shoulder. And it wouldn't hurt to send Fio a package of nice brassieres too!

Your girl has been enjoying "Overboard," a Goldie Hawn movie again and again, and now she's found another Goldie movie that she likes: "First Wives Club," which Diane Keaton and Bette Middler co-star  with Goldie--and the threesome are a riot! Hoping there are more Goldie movies out there.....

Son L took Fiorella with him on the evening drive out to pick up supper and we talked a lot about our family and its various problems, which Fio hopes will be rectified some time or other. 

Sometimes your girl sees some a former friend in FaceBook whom she used to know and would like to get together with again, but--dang it--there's no way she can because that damn bad eye of hers makes it impossible for her to drive safely.....not even to her church! 

Fio has always been a very active person, and now, it is like she's in prison! Any suggestions?

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German: die Schwester    sister     the "w" is pronounced like a "V"

               der Bruder         brother  the "u" is pronounced like "oo" in SOON

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Rafe parked the truck and came around to lift her out. To anyone watching them, he was a tall man courteously helping a height-challenged woman out of a big truck. They wouldn't know that he skimmed his hands lightly--just enough that she knew they were there--along the outline of her hips. They wouldn't know that he brushed her breasts against himself, causing her nipples to send her signals she was trying to ignore.

And they wouldn't know that when she reached the ground, his sparkling eyes looked deep into hers.

Those eyes--just when she thought she'd become immune to them, they worked their magic all over again.

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WHAT'S KNEW WITH YOU? I'm SORTA BLUE, BUT NEVER THE LESS, I PROGRESS

 Your girl has to admit that she messed up the face of her husband on the large painting of their family. It was the eyebrows that were getting to her, which led to the way she had repaint her  own eyes, which led to his beard being reshaped, then to Son K's neck, which was too thick for a nine-year-old. The only thing that escaped her was an earlier picture of Son L which, no doubt, will need even more work because it was the first one that Fiorella started working on.

Changing the subject, Fio will now be able to reduce her number of her blood checks journeys--and just in time, because now Son L, who usually drives your girl, will be working overtime at work. (Your girl will try to get an available "Cheriot" for non-drivers.

But can Fiorella clean up/out the wall in her major room or not? We'll see....

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  German:             Guten Tag................. Hello        EASY TO READ

                             Auf Wiedersehen.......Goodbye   EASY TO READ (W is a V)

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Rafe hadn't started out the evening with the idea of bringing her home, but the heat the'd built up on the dance floor, then in the truck, had made it the only option--unless they slid down the seat of the dually and that sexy skirt got tossed up then and there.

 The foyer light came on automatically, and he flung his pirate coat over the newel post.

"My room is upstairs," he said.

She wound her arm around his back, and her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Show me the way."

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KEEPING UP WITH FIO, GERMAN CLASS, WHERE THE HEART LEADS

 Fiorella may have posted this poem before, but it's worthy of a retrun:

                L'envoi to "Blind" 

          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     

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  Your girl is angry at herself. She had Husband's face almost all finished on her 5x4 masterpiece (sarcasm) and she tried to make it even better and....you guessed it....she messed the whole thing up Grrrrrr!

     EEK!, Son L will have a heavier workload soon so Fiorella will have to dig up an extra  driver, which, from experience, she knows is almost impossible to do. Remember that she can't even get anyone to take her to church!

Of course, it may be that the church doesn't want her....

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German: die Jahr:   year ( (remember to emphasize the "h" and "r)

              die Zeit:   Time  (remember to emphasize the "z")

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Moira left her shawl draped on the chair. With so many people crowded into the building, she was almost too warm, but Rafe, she knew, would warm him up even more.

The saccharine strains of Love Me Tender filled the room as Rafe took her in his arms, She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes as they swayed to the music,

She didn't want to leave the dance floor--ever. She and Rafe were as close as they could get with clothes on. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, his leg nudged  against a very sensitive part of her, and his erection pressed against her belly....

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CHRISTMAS SO SOON? GERMAN on LIFE AND DEATH and WHERE THE HEART LEADS!

 Your girl didn't know that Christmas started in October nor that so many charity groups that she had never even heard of before her name would all attack her by mail at the same time. All she can say is that her waste basket is now a over flowing. She tries to be generous, but has her limits. Besides, she's battling a back and neck problem, caused by throwing herself on her bed while she's writing. (No room for a chair.)

Blessings on Fiorella: she is trying to neatly package together all the phone numbers, addresses, and birthdays  of her immediate kin, etc, And it's taking more time that expected.

Hey, hey, hey! Fio's art skills are returning to full bloom bit by bit, but who is around to admire her creations? Son L is an artist himself (even has a degree!) so, although he's nice, your girl misses the oohs and ahs of the open season (which was locked away by Covid.)😞

Wondering if, when Fiorella finishes off the four by-five, she can safely hang it in the front yard to attract customers.

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 GERMAN:

das Leben.....  the Life     "eh"

 der Tod......... the Death   --strong "o"

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The rain was down to a dribble as Rafe walked Moira out of the museum and across the street. Backing her against her car, he went as far as he could go without being arrested for public indecency. God, he missed her, missed her so much he couldn't sleep last night. 

He knew every inch of her now, but she was so much more than beautiful. He liked talking with her, laughing with her, watching her learn how to ride, listening to her silence.

God, he was horny. Maybe they could get together tomorrow.

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AHEAD OF TIME, GERMAN FOR ALL, WHERE THE HEART LEADS, DEPRESSION

 Wow! We're almost up to Halloween! Can't help but think of the basement parties that Mother put together for the neighborhood kids when when we lived in Ohio and the home-made costumes when we moved to Texas. 

Fio took another walk around the cul-de sac today, but no one else did...where she lives, it's rare if anyone walks. Hmm....Fiorella's giant painting is coming along, but--oh--so slowly. Besides, she's lost her best red paint stick so it's a good thing that she didn't promise anything to anyone at a certain time.

You may be able to tell, but your girl is really down. She wants friends, people to talk with, not just the cat. 

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German: dog   Hund  the "u" has more of a "oo" sound

               cat    Katze  two sylables

               Notice the caps, which English doesn't honer dogs and cats with

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She'd exploded for him like a powder keg last Friday, and he wanted more of the same, but this time he wanted in on it.

He took her in his arms, and she mioved her head against his shoulders and closed her eyes. Electricity shimmered in the air between them. He kissed her and played with her lips and exploring  her mouth, then moved her toward the daybed in the corner of the room. Her knees bent by reflex against the edge of the chair and they sank together on the soft cushions. The smell of sex was in the air.....

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FULL STEAM AHEAD!

Sorry for running late--mixture of family stuff, painting, and hearing good news. Fio will have to skip to the language lesson:

 Oh, your girl must ring the thank-you bell for Son L who CURED THE BROKEN ELECTRIC PIANO ALL BY HIMSELF--plus a fair number of phone calls to people who knew how to take care of electric pianos. 😊😊😊Hip, hip, hooray!

Daughter called your Fiorella in the evening and caught up on all her news, which warmed your girl's heart. Hoping to get together with her and her family in person soon💗

EEEK! Fio had planned to take an evening stroll today now that the hot, hot, hot weather has passed, but when even-time came, she was working hard on her current art project and forgot to take her planned-for walk. Ah well, there's always tomorrow.

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German: What is your name?    Wie ist Ihr Name?  the "a" is long

                I am ....     Ich bin ..... Remember to give a strong sound for the "Ich"instead of an "itch" sound

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He put his am loosely around her waist, as if he was positioning her so she could see the plan better. 

"I've got to see if what kind of room there is back stage," he said. "Not much, as I remember--Travis and I used to perform at the Hauco's kiddie talent show every Saturday morning and we got to know the place pretty well."

He moved his hand up her back and stroked her arm.

Slowly...

Then he turned her toward him. Taking her into his arms and moving her toward him. Her pupils were dilated, and she was sending out sparks.

Electricity shimmered in the air between them......

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PAINTING, GERMAN, and WHERE THE HEART LEADS!

 Fiorella is a little woozy today. Can't be a cold because she has one of those in perpetuity: sniffle, snort, ah--, ah --, ah CHOOO!

Despite everything, your girl is moving ahead with her 4x5 foot family painting. She's pretty much finished off Husband, Herself, and Baby son, and is still working on older Son and baby Girl. (Everyone is painted from pictures about forty-plus years ago.)

Why does Fio paint? Because she can. Because she can't resist it. Because she was born to it. Because it makes her happy. Because, unfortunately, there's nothing else to do and it's better than tapping her on blood, which she's been tempted to try every now and then if she doesn't have the right red in her box

   

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German: finden            find ( i is pronounced almost like an EE)

               verlieren        lose (the v is pronounced almost like like an F )      

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)Moira looked up as someone edged down her row. Rafe! He took a seat beside her and his hand moved across the arm separating their seats so the tips of his fingers  were resting, as if be accident, on her thigh.

Every cell in her body caught fire.

He knew what he was doing, and it wasn't fair when she was trying to concentrate on Joe's performance. She dropped her notepad in her portfolio as an excuse to move her leg away from Rafe's hand

Halfway through Della's prayer, Moira felt Rafe drape her hand on her leg again, but this time she didn't drop her note-book in her portfolio. There was no use denying it--she liked him to touch her.....

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KEEPING YOU UP TO DATE IN HER LIFE, HER GERMAN, AND HER PUBLISHED ROMANCE

 FIORELLA IS COMPLETELY CONFUSED ABOUT THE EVENING EXCEPT THAT SHE KNOWS THAT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT SEEMS TO BE FOREVER, THE THUNDER IS ROLLING AND THE RAIN IS POURING. WHOOPEE!

Unfortunately, that also means that Fio had to skidaddle up the street to the mail box, barely missing the deluge, and when she got back to the house, she discovered that her treasured mechanical piano had either died of old age or been enjoyed by people who did not know that it had baby to be turned off after use. Either way, Fio is still weeping. She's composed many little songs and a couple of big one on it, as well as a little musical play or two.

Her painting for the day went a little more smoother: Fio finally figured out how to get Baby Daughter in the family scene, but your girl's spine is still acting up whenever she waves her paint brush.  

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German:    kommen   come....     the 'o' is made with a round sound

                   gehen       go              the two "e's" sound the same

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Moira rammed her notebook into her portfolio like it was a punching bag. How many people was Rafe going to make responsible for her protection? First Sammy and now Travis--and neither of them was necessary. She'd servived the worst Hollywood had to offer, and she could damn well survive teenagers hanging around a floodight and inhaling lung cancer.

On the other hand, she was deathly afraid of the darkness, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have some company as she moved through the creaky old building, turning off lights and locking doors.

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BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD; OLD TIMES; GOLDIE FOUND; GERMAN; "Where the Heart Leads"

 Pain, pain pain---Fiorella's right shoulder is in pain. Hmm....what did it? The giant painting or the too-tight bra, or maybe a combination? Whichever, pray for your girl because SHE HURTS! 

To top it off, it's a blood day wherever she looks: she'll be toddling off, for her weekly blood check-out in a few minutes.

HOW HAS FIO GET BEHIND TIME AGAIN? Ah, well--all one can do is apologize and plunge ahead. (Speaking of plunging ahead, YOUR GIRL FOUND Goldie Hawn's "OVERBOARD" ON THE TV AGAIN!) 

Every now and then, Fiorella spots a post of someone she knew in Waco, where she grew up, and she cheers them on. She's also thrilled to see posts of various people she knew in college or in her old neighborhoods. If only we could all get together again in some way, but your girl can't drive anymore.

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German: Here's an EASY one:  "English," which is pronounced with an EH rather than an IH

                                                  And "German," you will remember, is pronounced Deutsch

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With every step up the stairs,Moira devise another "what-if".

What if Rafe had meant this morning to be a business meeting? Maybe he thought she was easy pickings because she slow-danced with him at Omar's? What if she'd dreamed it all? What if she hadn't remembered the time correctly--or the location of his office?

Now, that last one was ridiculous because she was quite good in remembering things--unless her pulse was beating like a tom-tom and her ears were ringing with siren calls.

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THIS AND THAT AND LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

 A bit of plastic surgery about ten years ago----

    My name's Fiorell, I look like hell

    But I can't resist the urge to tell--

    My lids are red, my eyes are green

    The scariest Christmas you've ever seen --

     In fact, I look like Halloween!

 So I can hardly wait till I get healed

And my new look will be revealed--

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Fifth day out: As autumn leaves turn to gold and the red on my lids is fading to yellow, nicely contrasting with the blue-colored stitches which, until yesterday, I thought were black. And as I check myself out in the bathroom mirror for the umpteenth time today, I remember that old saying--a watched eyelid never heals. Also, I cannot help but wonder if eyelid surgery is a gateway drug--in the distance, I hear the siren song of a browlift....

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Suddenly, problems, problems, problems! Your girl decides to work on finishing off her giant 5x4 painting and she is attacked by a beautiful Siamese cat who is determined to lick her ears clean. Then the  yellow and red that Fio had bought as replacements turned out to be watery. Then Fiorella makes a stupid decision about one of the characters in the canvas. Ah, well--maybe all this bad ses today means all will be well tomorrow.  

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GERMAN: Winter is the same in English and German, but the a the W sounds like a V. 

                   Sommer is obvious

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With Ivanhoe still barking like a maniac, Moira walked to the door and opened it to a man in a heavy jacket holdng a vase of yellow flowers. He looked at the little envelope attatched to the vase.

"You Ms. Farrar?"

 "Yes."

Flowers for you. He thrust the vase at her, stepped off the porch, and hustled back to his truck before Moira ciuld even say thank you, and who could blame him? The cold was biting and Ivanhoe sounded like he take a bite too. 

She closed the door and locked it carefully, then carried the bouquet to the kitchen, with Ivanhoe parading in front of her, his ruff stilll up.

Doggie settled on the throw rug as Moira opened the envelope and pulled out the note inside.

          Thinking of you.

           Rafe

Suddenly the dreary, sodden day seemed brighter, and the nightmare receded into the new day.

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UP AND AT'M !

 So many people are crowding the earth right now because our lives have been lengthened by modern medicine....and your girl is one of them.

Regarding the newspaper, sometimes Fio doesn't want to read anything but the comic strips....

Fiorella  wears a long bib down while she paints, but somehow small splotches of color still end up on her shorts and knees. Guess she'll just have to paint over them😁 

Where, oh where, are your girl's lovely rugs--the expensive ones with colored designs on them? Still in storage or lost forever?

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German:  Bild    picture

                Bildchin    a little picture 

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There was a stir onstage and everyone was looking at the door. Moira turned around. Rafe and Travis were coming down the aisle, grinning like chessy cats and dripping with water.

Rafe waved at her. "I made it, Moira! And look at who I found wandering around the ranch with nothing to do. Thought I'd bring him with me so we could have an appreciative audience!"

Laughter filled the auditorium, and the two men strode down down front.

Moira felt herself relax. Big Red was here. Her world was in kilter again. 😊

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GETTING UP TO DATE

 Sorry--Fio forgot to post yesterday's post so you'll get too blogs today.

Right now, your girl is pondering what to do about her hat problem. Unless by some miracle her beloved pink straw shows up, she can't walk the neighborhood cul-de-sac because of the horrible fall weather hanging over from the horrible summer weather. Again....do you think it's an attack from outer space?

The journey for art supplies didn't work too well. All Fiorella picked up were a big yellow tube and a big blue tube from a snobby salesman who obviously considered acrylics to be low class. Gotta look around and find a place that covers the water front, which may be difficult because, as you know, Fio isn't aquainted with the local art scene yet BECAUSE SHE STILL DOESN'T HAVE ANY WHEELS!

Or maybe it's that modern medicine has saved so many lives all over the globe that Earth is overloaded, but you can bet that your girl isn't going to jump off into space to give someone else her space!

By the way, Fiorella walked through one of her favorite romance books yesterday (not hers) to practice her reading--also to see if she was still interested in that ganre.

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GERMAN:   der Garten   the garden 

                     das Essen       food      

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He was more attracted to her than to any other woman since Beth died. She had an inner strength that drew him like a magnet, and that neat little shape and those sweet kissable lips didn't hurt either....

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SMOOTHING DOWN A BAD, BAD, DAY

 Fiorella is under siege somehow so don't panic if you don't your girl's cheery message every day. Son L is usually around to help, but if not, you can curse modern living---after all these kinds of things didn't happen back when we were in school!

Things didn't get that hot either. Fio and her driver went grocery shopping today and it's a wonder both of them survived. Fio hasn't ever seen H-E-B half-empty before--or felt any mettle she touched so hot.

By the way, Fiorella offered a meaty part of her romance book plus an interesting intercourse with German yesterday.  Hope you saw at least a little of it.

WHEN, OH WHEN, WILL THE WEATHER GET DOWN TO A DECENT TEMPERATURE? IS OUR PLANET BEING CONTROLLED BY HEARTLESS  SCIENTISTS FROM MARS?  

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GERMAN:

Vas ist los?  What is the matter. 

 Wie ist Ihr Name?  What is your name? The German calls for "Name" to be pronounced nah-mah.

 I do not know what is going on. The computer is refusing to accept my messages.

SOMETIMES BRILLIANT IDEAS DON'T WORK or THE MACHINE WON!

 Hello! Hope you are doing well. Your girl will be trotting off to the doctor today. She has a light touch of tremor that has to be attended to every now and then. It runs in the family. Thank goodness there are ways to deal with it, but what is really bothering her now is her throat. She sounds like she's gargling all the time. Sucret, anyone?

Going through one of my old romances sparks me up. After all, if Fio could write one, she could do it again. Hmm.... the heroin could be a widow trying to adjust to her sudden status. Believe me, your girl has had plenty of experience with that! 

Oh, big news--most of our days are under 100 degrees now, and your girl actually walked the cul-de-sac yesterday--and will walk it again today in the evening. She has a lot to make up for....

Our taxes are almost all done and Fio gives all the credit to Son L. Taxes are NOT one of Fio's better skill.

 

GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN about a foot and you'll see the rest of the show. Fio tried something that didn't work

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 GERMAN:   an-kommen     arrive     remember to use a round-mouth "o"

                       an-fangen       begin      the "a" is made in the back of the throat

                       an-nehmen      accept    the "eh" is open

                       an-rufen         telephone

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WHERE THE HEART LEADS--

The door opened and a nurse wheeled in a plexiglass cradle on top of a medal cabinet, then transferred a blanket-rapped bundle into her mother's eager arms.

Moira felt a sweet pan of longing in her breast. Would she ever be a mother? Ever hold her own sweet baby in her arms? Maybe a little boy with a shock of bright red hair?

Close that door right now, girl.  Any relationship you have with Rafe will be on the terms he originally proposed--sex only, body satisfying body.

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EXCUSES, EXCUSES, EXCUSES!

 Sorry--Fiorella had an unhappy morning surprise and forgot all about her decision to write early in the day. Apparently, your girl actually is on the edge of diabetes, and it's shaken her to the core. 

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GERMAN: Guten Abend    Good evening     The U  sounds like "oooo"

                   Guten Morgen   Good morning

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WHERE THE HEART LEADS

Rafe crossed the bridge and turned onto the street that ran parallal to the river on the other side, the one lined with restaurants. No need to guess which one was Six-Shooter Junction. The animated marquee sign that featured two electronically smoking pistols framing a list of the specials of the day was a dead giveaway.

Rafe parked the truck and came around to lift her out. To anyone watching them, he was a tall man courteously helping a height-challlnged woman out of a big truck. They wouldn't know that he skimmed his hands lightly--just enough that she knew they were there--along the outline of her hips. They wouldn't know that he brushed her breasts against himself, caughing her nipples tp send her signals she was tryng to ignore.

And they wouldn't know that when she reached the ground, his sparkling eyes looked deap into hers.

Those eyes--just when she thought she'd become immune to them, they worked their magic all over again. 

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PERSONAL PROBLEMS, GERMAN LESSEN, WHERE THE HEART LEADS

 How weird.... Fiorella has lost five pounds plus, but her favorite slacks, which fit when when she heavier,  seem to have shrunk. What's going on? Maybe an ex-ray is in order. Will keep you posted. 

Your girl is very disappointed that she can't get a ride to her church, which is way across town. Pastor gave her the name of a woman who lives near nearby, but he didn't give her the phone number. All Fio can say is what will be, will be....

Has Fiorella told you that Son L had a light touch of Covid a few weeks back? He was careful and no one else in the family was affected, but the situation reminded Fio that we should all get whatever shots are on the market now. 

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GERMAN:  wahr                    true        obvious               

                     falsch                  false      same as in English        

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A TIDBIT FROM ONE OF FIO'S ROMANCES

Three songs later, Ernest Tubb was walking the floor over his lost girlfriend, and Moira had relaxed enough that Rafe could hold her against him from shoulder to knee. 

He leaned down to nuzzle her neck.

Her scent was in his nostrils, the feathery softness of her short-cropped hair brushed against his jaw, and her arms were clinging to his shoulders. It had been months since he'd been this attracted to a woman. Maybe he could take her somewhere tonight where they could be alone, somewhere that at least had a couch in it.

But no, it was way too soon. He wanted Moira for more than a one-night stand.

 

 

 

FIORELLA TELLS ALL...AND ALL....AND ALL

Your girl just discovered that she can't watch an interesting old-time movie and and write a blog at the same time. "Columbus" will just have to wait.....

In case you are wondering, Fiorella puts on her clothes and makes her bed as soon as she gets up every morning, then chooses her outfit  for the day, then--because she doesn't have  a chair in her small bedroom--snuggles up on her bed like a teen anger and types out what's happening in her world. Of course, she never tells all. The family needs a certain amount of privacy.

Right now, Fio is gazing at the inside wall of her bedroom, which is peppered with three yards of things she doesn't want to forget: birthdays, phone numbers, art pieces, pictures, etc. Your girl's mother would give her a good talking to about her overkill if she were still around....but in a way, she IS still around because Fio has pictures of her (and Dad) everywhere.

Actually, Fiorella is a little down right now. The person whom Pastor thought would give your girl a ride to church didn't show. Hmm...maybe your girl was supposed to call her....

German: This is interesting! The German word for "student" is......Student

Where the Heart Leads

The temperature was in the seventies, the sky was studded with happy-looking clouds, the hum of the road was as a good yoga session, and the refrain of "Della's Prayer" echoed in the coridors of her mind:

If I sing enough, if I pray enough, if I am very, very good, 

Maybe everything will turn out as I hope it will,

 As it should, as it should

 

 

 

LANGUAGES, WHERE THE HEART LEADS, DAYTIME DECISION

 First, Fio has to apologize for the confusion of not saying right out that Buch is "book," but all you linguists probably figured that out.

Next, your girl has to tell you that (WHOOPEE!) she found the new bottle of Levothyroxine she thought she'd lost. The rest of the afternoon, Fio spent on her current painting....until she got board constantly  reorienting the way she was forming her left eyeball. The rest of the evening went to Miss Marple, the know-all crime solver, and to tell the truth,  she's getting pretty boring.

Fio is usually worn out in the evening so she has decided to write her blog in the daytime from now on. It will be better for both of us because Fio will be more attentive and you will hopefully receive more meaningful blogs. Love, Fiorella Plum

  hoffen, hope......what we all need

 

A little bit more of  Where the Heart Leads

He rested a hand on her shoulder, a heavy, possessive hand that seemed to mean a lot more than that  casual shoulder hug. All her alarm bells went off. She wasn't ready for this! But if she wasn't ready, why did she have the urge to snuggle up against him and purr like a contented cat when his arm moved around her shoulder again.....

WHERE THE HEART LEADS

 True to her promise (threat?), your girl will deliver unto you the first couple of paragraphs of the first chapter of her second publish book Where the Heart Leads.

 

 

Moira drove into 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 audience, the told herself. You know the routine--you've bin auditioning since you were a kid. No big deal. You ether 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 anymore. She was an adult, twenty-six years old, and today would be the first day of a three-month trial to be herself, Moira Miranda Farrar.... but with no safety net this time. She sighed. 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 defended on her success--not only for her, but also for her family, just as it had since she was four years old when Gramp discovered she had a freakish memory and a gift for mimicry--with his disability pension stretched to the limit, she'd become the the major support of the family.

She draped her arms on the steering wheel and stared at the building that was gleaming gold in the bright October sun. It looked like an old school to her, but Pendleton Swaim, her contract with the theater group, had called it the town museum and told her the board met there.

Glancing at her stylishly oversized wristwatch, she she realized she was early, which gave her time to get the lay of the land before she met with her new employers....

NOW! ABOUT GERMAN:   das Buch     / Es steht im Buch, it says in the book.

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