OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Fiorella is crying again. Of all people, Chariot, the local transport for older people, let her down, down, down. She was supposed to have her blood checked out today and thought she had everything taken care of, but at the last moment she found out that she had to have a cellphone, which she doesn't. Son L took the telephone and we thought everything was okay, but it's an hour past her appointment, and no car has stopped at Fio's door. Sometimes it seems like life isn't worth living.
On the other hand, two people waved at Fio as she walked down the cul-de-sac in the morning, then halfway down and back in mid-afternoon.
Mulling it over, Gethsemane, our old church, seemed much bigger than when Fio and husband were members. Am wondering if additions have been added on.
Actually, Fio was surprised that no one approached to say hello and say "Hello," before or after the service. I recognized them, and surely they recognized your girl.
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YOUR GIRL STILL CAN'T FIND MEINE DEUTSCH BUCH!
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On the other hand, Fio had a lovely visit by phone with long-time friend Paula M, and if anyone else would be kind enough to contact Fiorella, Thank you, thank you, thank you! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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