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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