In Fio's neighborhood, trick-or-treat is celebrated by a swath of children escorted by their hovering parents as they move from show-off house to show-off house in the dark of night. It's a contest for adults, of course, of course.
Your girl is finally getting comfortable with her cell phone, but it seems to her that the good ol' telephone was a lot easier ....pray for her.
Fiorella seems to have run out of old movies to watch, movies and all. She'd rather get out-and-about anyway, but being half blind doesn't fill the bill. If only she could drive.....
Has Fio told you that she has, like almost every other woman nowadays, let her hair grow long? My mom would be grinding her teeth if she were still alive. She thought long hair looked "foreign," which was an anathema at the time. But your girl thought it looked sexy.......which may be another reason her mother wanted her daughter to get her hair cut short.
Son L kindly dragged Fiorella's heavy coat out of storage last night because the winter, it was a comin' in. The next day, your girl turned off the fan in her bedroom because it was too warm. You can never predict Texas weather so it's good to be prepared.
Can't paint on the big 4x5 right now for some reason. Thinking it's because Son K is in the hospital. Or maybe because yours truly has been so involved with her Halloween cut-outs.
Fiorella is eyeing the stacks of writings she has done through the years and thinking of making use of them somehow, but, as she knows from experience, it's hard to get published unless you already have a name.....and a friend in the business.
HAPPY PUMPKIN DAY!
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