TRUDGING ALONG, BUT NOT GETTING MUCH MILEDGE

😕Because of her troublesome left eye which bars her from measuring stupid things like distances and overheads, Fiorella hopes there will be straight-seeing husband waiting for her somewhere down the line.😀

Okay, Fio admits she's trying to get her bedroom in shape by hacking through the wall of tacks, Scotch Tape, and cardboard to preserve everything and anything that she thinks was even half important in her former life.  But...uh...if you'll excuse her, the first thing to do is find that slip of paper that she wrote down her favorite doctor's appointment on. 😕

Daughter and her clan will be visiting tomorrow to celebrate the New Year. Fio never had much of a chance to participate in frivolities like this when she was a child because her family moved from Ohio to  Texas when she was in the second grade and....well...her relatives stayed home.  😒 

Very few people had TVs back then so their accents varied extremely from one side of the nation to the other--and up and down too--which made communication difficult. Yep, you got it: television gradually transformed the way people expressed themselves--but your girl had a head start because her parents were Yankies and spoke the TV lingo. (Think of Mr. Rogers and his friends if you're old enough). 😕

That's enough for tonight, but please stay on the lookout for a piece of paper with Fiorella's favorite doctor's phone number scribbled on it, OK?😟