OOPS, ALMOST DIDN'T POST!

 

Fio lulls herself to bed every night with Jessica Fletcher--in her own bedroom, of course. It isn't that she thinks Jessica's, show is so great, but that it's the only one that she doesn't have to switch off herself because she's asleep long before the show does.

Your girl has found out that her phlegm can be treated by staying hydrated, with a humidifier, and using some over-the-count decongestants. Gargling salt water will also help. WAHOO!

By the way, Fiorella is dressed up really nice today--dark blue shorts, a mixed color top, her blue suede shoes, and, to top it all off along, a silver watch on her arm. (She's got  a silver drop bouncing on her bosom. TA-DA!)😊

Hmm.. Son and his wife are running late. Did something happen come up in your darling's classroom today? Nope, here they are, down the lane. No big news except that it's tax time and SonL is going crazy working on your girl's returns.

 

 

 

 

EXCUSES, EXCUSES!

 I just can't write a poem tonight

My brain is ready for sleep--

So look me up tomorrow morn

And I'll give you a clever treat

 

Forgive me, friends, I lost my way

And crumbled up my plan

So you'll have to wait till tomorrow 

That is, if you can 👰😢😢

BITS AND PIECES AGAIN

 Hello, hello! 

OOPS! A traveling nurse is coming to check your girl's blood tomorrow, and Fio ran out of one of her required pills yesterday. Thus your girl is trying to get SonL to drive to the always-available Walgreens and pick up of the needed pills, which doesn't look like he'll be able to do it. Pray for Fiorella!

Fio shuffled through yet another bag of her past and realized that that's her mother's beautiful oriental rugs have disappeared.  Hope they didn't get tossed into the trash can. Those rugs are not just gorgeous, but also expensive!

In case you are wondering what your girl looks like, she has the traditional "five two, eyes of blue," and also holds a fair number of college degrees which she enjoyed, but didn't follow up on (SIGH...)

P.S. Don't let yourself get phlegm. It's no fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

BITS AND PIECES (GARGLE)!

 DANG! Fiorella has mixed up three of her bills, and she only has two envelopes. Ah, well, she'll learn which is what next month. 😓😐

 To all who know Fio---yes, she has let her hair grow L O N G. Her mother would  have objected, of course, because she thought looked "foreign," as your girl has explained to you before. 

Fio is really getting tired of being fenced in by the hot weather and not being able to drive. If only someone would come up with a cure for your girl's left eye....or find her a handsome gentleman to tote her around. (Send your grandfathers her way!)

Fiorella would really like to be outside handing out campaign material for our girl Kamala and saying nasty things about Trump. 😁

By the way, Fio may have "flem" but she has no way finding out. Will keep you posted.

 

 

 

Bit BY BIT.....

 Oops, almost forgot!

Clean up bedroom time! Fio has been working on her bureau most of the day, and tomorrow she'll concentrate on her various drawers. Then, maybe, she'll redo the plastered designs that she put on the walls when she first landed here.

Oh, Lordie, your girl tried to sing and she sounded like a crow, but after all, DOESN'T ANYONE SING AROUND HERE? Fio has yet to hear even a single Christmas jingle as long as she's lived here!

Fio is hoping one of her presents will be getting the two large, beautiful lamps on either side of her bed fixed so that she can use them for more than decoration. (HINT, HINT, Son)😋

 Your girl has decided to try to get hold of a doctor who treats flem which is driving Fiorella crazy. The problem will be transportation, as usual.  She also wants to get another face-lift. She backed out on the one she had about ten years ago and only went half-way. (Don't tell anyone.)

 

Hear and There

 Fio took her favored cul-de-sac walk just before noon today....but, well, it wasn't quite complete. She cut  through the shaded lawns of a couple of houses to breath and promised herself that she'll sing her walking song (Lavenders Blue, Dilly, Dilly, etc.) the next time around.  Fiorella is probably repeating herself, but in this weather, there's not much to say.

One thing your girl will say again and again is that TRUMP is a FRUMP!

Hey, hey, hey! Fiorella went over to Walgreens today and got her Covid shot. HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURS? (It's quick and doesn't hurt 😀😁)

Next on the list should be to to fix Fio's beautiful bedroom lamps, which won't turn on, no matter what😖GRRRRRRR!

And, of course, she would like to have a friend.

 

 

 

 

THIS AND THAT

What a day so far! Your girl started out by tripping on edge of the breakfast table (band-aide needed), then clunked into her "salon," and crashed into her too huge collection of art supplies. Right now, she is trying to stay restrained in her room and not cause herself any more damage😊.

Hmmmm....what does one do when you're supposed to stay still and be careful? TELEVISION!

As far as Fio can tell, females are dominating the scene, and Trump is making a fool out of himself, which is how your girl hopes the rest of the country is seeing him! (Can you imagine what it would be for him and Putin to get together?) 

SonL, wife, and daughter have driven off to visit the other side of thei family for a visit so Fio and George (the beautiful big white cat that loves your girl) will be alone for the rest of the evening. Wouldn't it be great if Fiorella had some one to come visit her? WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT IF SHE  HAD A FRIEND  SHE COULD TALK TO REGULARLY? WOULDN'T BE GREAT IF SHE COULD STILL DRIVE?

 

EVERYTHING

 WOW! Fio missed yesterday because she was moving her "salon" around, and then her computer betrayed her, again, but SonL was able to fix it today, thank goodness!

Fiorella is a lonely person. She wishes so much for a friend. Nobody is on the street today because of the horrible hot weather, but no one is ever outside anyway--your girl lives in a carefully planned, very exclusive project house where no one can see anyone else unless they go out into the front yard. (The children are made safe by one front door and one back door.)

This is hard for a woman like me to deal with. Fio's family lived in a very nice house on a hill when they-were in Ohio, and then, when they moved to Texas, to a nice neighborhood with just the right number of friends. And when she was married, Fio and her husband moved around, but her favorite house was the last one: a two-story house your girl designed--15 acres of it. Now you know all....

Who knows what will come next?

 

WHAT'S GOING ON AND NOT

Fiorella was going through her wardrobe recently and realized that she hasn't bought a new dress or even shorts since she settled back in Austin again. Now, it's not that she needs new clothes because, of course. She doesn't  go any where, but she'd sure like to givef them a try!

As Fio pushes button on her machine, Granddaughter sings in the hallway. Yes, she has inherited Fio's talent along with loads of musical talent from the other side of her family. Your girl, though, cannot help but tearing up when she thinks of how she and her girlfriends serenaded designated houses.

OMG, Fio has skipped over to Christmas when we're not even to Halloween!

 Last year, SonL thought the the neighborhood walk would be too much for her, but Fiorella walked the whole thing. It may be harder this time, though, because your girl isn't in as much shape as last year. BLAME IT ON THE WEATHER! No one in our neck of the woods has been  outside as much as usual

It's very hard for Fiorella to continue on without a friend. Would one of you out there send a nice playmate your girl's way?

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                   

OOPS! DIDN'T FINISH OFF YESTERDAY'S MESSAGE!

YESTERDAY:

 Fiorella is a generous sort of person, but it's getting ridiculous when change from nickles-on-up are included in the envelopes as incitement to contribute more!

 Your girl went out walking today, but only for a half of the cul-de-sac (puff, puff, gag, gag, gag.)  Fio has been looking at the map she put up in the hall and is of dreaming of Alaska, but then, who isn't? (Except you, Paula!)

 

TODAY: 

Fio is so board that she went through her checks, then wondered if she should send another another check on  two to Kamala.

Son is going to cook a salmon for your girl this evening.  It's odd--Fiorella's parents NEVER ate fish, and salmon is one of their daughter's favorite foods now. (Her late husband introduced her to it.....and a few other things😊.)

THAT'S ALL FIO CAN THINK TO SAY. Life isn't very interesting in her world....but eventually.  Fiorella will make it so.........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desperate!

Yes, Fiorella took a walk today--not the complete cul de sac like before the climate change struck--but a proud halfway (because she was able to walk the path at all!)

Your girl has two big, round, lovely, silver lamps in her bedroom that would be much more useful if your girl could track down some matching lamps for them.

Fio is wondering if she too could be on TV again if she'd stayed with her Waco High debate class. Don't laugh: she beat out all the other girls in her age range, then dropped debate and signed up for music.

Fiorella begs your pardin for continually dosing you with her life's story, but she's pretty much boxed in and doesn't get out very much. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!,

 

 

 

 

 

Olden Times

 Fio is still happy, happy, happy about Kamala's performance and hopes she has more up her sleeve. 

Your girl also wants to let everyone know that Paul Bolton, Fiorella's father-in-law, made sure that when Johnson became President, he shook Fio's hand along with the rest of the family's.

Oh, and Fio is pretty sure Mrs. Johnson came to her wedding ....and that sort of scared Fiorella's mother.

Did your girl a ever tell you that she was a debate champion?

                         Ah, olden days, never to be seen again.

 

 

 

Nothing to Talk About

 Fio thought it was pathetic when Trump, toward the end of the debate with the delightful Kamala Harris, started naming various of his important connections, like, well...er...his pal, Vladimir Putin.😝

Nothing more to say except HURRAY!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOPING!

 SonL drove Fio to her doctor's office to get her blood checked, feeding her along the way.

Later in the day, he cooked some delicious salmon for supper for your girl's supper.

 Right now, your girl is waiting for the television battle between Harris and Trump. 

Need Fiorella say more?

HARRIS! HARRIS! HARRIS! HARRIS!H

Movin' On

 Whoopee! Fiorella was able to able to take her (minor) cul-de-sac walk this morning with only a bit of a twinge, which means she'll be able to cover the whole course sooner rather than later.😛

Whahoo! Fio is betting on Kamala Harres, and hopes you are too. (By now you know that your girl absolutely ABHORS Trump.) 😡

OOPS! Something just dropped from the side of Fiorella's overloaded bed (which she is lying on) and she thinks it was one of her paintings. 😞

Saved by the bell: it was a Kleenex box.  😏😋😊😊😊😊😊😊

Some of your girl's languages have been popping out lately and she's both happy and distressed.😁

 

 

AN OLDIE

 Fio had a bad time today so she's gonna entertain you with this little gem she wrote a while back😋

                                                                   Diet

Once upon a time there was a slender young woman, a good woman, who was married to the man of her dreams. Her best friend was fat and unmarried.

"If you lost some weight, your true nature would be revealed and you would be able to attract a husband as wonderful as mine," the slender young woman said. "I will help you." 

So, with the encouragement of her friend, the fat woman dieted away one hundred pounds to become a devastating beauty. She was so devastating, in fact, that she was able to seduce her friend's husband.

"How could you do this to me?" the slender young woman complained to her formerly fat friend. "I have always been a good friend to you, and I was the one who helped you diet to reveal your true nature."

"Yes," the woman smiled sweetly, "but my true nature is evil."

                                                                                                  

From Toilet to Austronauts to Teachers to Trump

 It's getting a better day to day for Fiorella...except that the front toilet is stopped up. Your girl tried plunging it, but it still didn't work so Son L took over and discovered that the bowl was damaged

Surprise! It never dawned on Fio that a toilet could damage itself. But, as luck would have it, this house has three toilets----and your girl figured out how to unlock the "for-visitors-only" one when the rest of the family was out on a jaunt..😉😊😃

Those astronauts....Fiorella hopes everything will go well with them. Of so, Fio would like to hitch a ride the next time around. 

😊Your girl has received a letter addressed to her and her late husband as "MR." and "DR." apparently assuming her husband was the male. Sorry, Texas Retired Teachers, but Fiorella is a female.

Trump---he's going down, and what will anger him the most is that his conqueror will not only be a woman, but a woman of many cultures.

 

 

 

 

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Again, Not Much to Say Today

 Wahooh! Now that Fio is on the mend, she took a VERY SHORT walk up to the mailbox at noon today and survived! Her next self-assignment will be to find out the name of the young girl who helped her up when she bit the dust-----and compliment her to her parents.

Your girl has decided to talk to Son L and his wife about her doing some cooking for herself. 

Has Fiorella ever told you that every night, she sleeps with a big, black and white Panda that she bought when she first came back to Austin? His name is JoJo, he has a nice smile, and is very comforting. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THINKING THINGS OVER

 Fio has just now mailed her envelope off to the International Fellowship of Christian and Jews, but she now wonders if it's the second one, which doesn't really matter because Mr. and Mrs. Paule were virturaly second parents to your girl.

Oops! George, the handsome white cat, is sitting on Fio's bed, purring as if your girl is a queen, which is just fine with your Fio, but Fiorella knows that he'll be into the kitchen lickety-split if a cat food can is opened. (Dogs are a little more mannerly, but it depends on what food is being offered.)

Your girl was wearing a University top today: orange and white. Not that Fio was ever a football fan, but back then, but it was the only way to pick up a prospective husband back then--which Fio did.💗 

 Strangely, Fiorella accidentally married into a prominent Austin family, which made things easier in some ways but harder in others. Initially, she was told that Fio was not the sort of girl the family expected their son to marry. (but never the less, they gradually accepted your girl.... and even became somewhat proud of her!)

Fio would like to tell you that, from then on, everything was Humpty Dumpty, but it was not to be. The whole family fell apart, even Fiorella, when an unknown, lone teenager climbed to the top of the college tower and started shooting, killing the family's pride and joy, who had just graduated from high school. And no one in the family has ever really recovered....including Fiorella.

 

 

 

 

NOT MUCH TO SAY, HOPE YOUR DAY WAS MORE INTERESTING

     Fio is recovering well from the trip-over, but she is still a little wobbly when she goes around a corner--which is why she never made it in Girl's Athletics.

      Looking outside her window, Fiorella can see the trees swaying like the wor1d is coming to the end--hmm, could your girl write a story about it? 

      WOW! The storm is going strong now and the lights are fluttering! See you tomorrow--maybe!

       

     

      

THIS AND THAT

 Fio took a tumble yesterday and her knees are aching. No real damage though, because she had taken a couple of tumbles a while back and gotten herself fitted with metal knees tucked into her knees. On the other hand though, it was embarrassing to fall down in the middle of the street.

Luckily, a nice teenager from across the street rushed to your girl's rescue and Son L appeared on the scene to help your girl back to the house. Will this stop Fiorella from taking her daily walk? OF COURSE NOT!

Have you gotten your covid shot yet? Yes, it's going around again, and Fio needs to start talking to Son L about it. He survived it last year shot-less, but Fio is a bit more fragile.

While her family was off visiting their god-daughter's family, Fiorella straitened out the pill bottles in her bedroom, which was quite a trial because The Powers That Be had made a mistake in passing them out  and your girl did not get her daily major pill for about three weeks. But now, all is well because Fio managed to get the phone numbers of a couple of nurses she had liked ....and called the them. (Wicked laughter and big smile.)

Your girl wants to start painting again, but she can't find her palate 😞.