Oh, my goodness--Fiorella did not realize how long a Christmas vacation she'd taken, but it was lovely, especially when her British friend Suzy, whom Fio taught with at UT years ago, got on the line! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
Well, what else did your girl do? She 's been rearranging her bedroom wall, to which she's tacked all sorts of decorations, pictures, instructions, and other memorabillia to, and today, Son L will drive Fio down to Husband's grave to ponder his father's fate--and Fio's. She whole fell apart, physically and emotionally, when he died, and is still trying to recover 😞
The movies Fiorella has been watching are old-timers--in fact, a whole string of them with a female detective who always fingers her man--or woman.. "Murder, She Wrote," was the title of the show, and the heroine was played by Angela Lansbury. You may remember watching it from way back when. If not, try it, you might like it.
Hey, hey, hey! Son L took Fio with him to the cemetery to observe Husband's grave today, and she cried and cried from his death and his loss. If he were with her still, everything would be so much easier. (It also reminded her that she is no spring chicken anymore.)
That's all for today, except that she wishes you could see the cute outfit your girl has on: white socks, black shoes, black slacks, and a black shirt with white, pink, blue, and yellow tumbleweed on it. Wahoo!
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