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.