OFF-BEAT POETRY

 BITS AND PIECES

Through the years, through the years,

How have I collected so many tears 

And held them tight

Until they find another name

It happened before, it will happen again

I've stood here before

On the brink of death--

Not mine so far

But my time will come....

 

Your girl has been going through her bedroom all day, trying to find her glasses, which have still alluded her. At the same time, she's striking, as best she can, to crush some tiny, tiny little black bugs that have appeared in the house over the last couple of days.  Guess Fio will have to inform son-in-laws wife, then see what happens.

On the bright side, the weather today was FANTASTIC, the best we have had since since our burning summer. ( Fiorella took TWO walks instead one!)

In case you didn't know, your girl is all for KAMALA!  T was a horrible president!!!!

 

 

MY OPINION

 About that bag of miniature pumpkins that Fiorella brought back to the house, today is the time she'll be taking them out of their bags and lining them up along the edge of the entryway. Your girl is holding her breath that Daughter-in Law will enjoy them too....and perhaps add some more "punkets"😊😊😊😊!!

You should see what your girl is wearing today: a very yellow shirt, a pair of orange shorts, and ''blue suede shoes".....all for whomever remembers the song.😊

 Fio bought a big, beautiful salmon at HEB yesterday and she's hoping he will cook some of it for her later today....YUM!

 ...puff, puff, puff--just got back from the communal mail box about three blocks away, which is usually just a hop, skip, and jump, but not today, when Fio has had to whirl around her rooms and try to find the message from the government which she THINKS she answered yesterday.  

Changing back to Halloween, it seems to your girl that the Halloween celebration is more for the adults now, instead of the cute door-to-door celebrations.......

 

 

 

PREP FOR HALLOWEEN

 

 Sorry about not not keeping up to date, but it was THE COMPUTER'S FAULT, and now all is well. Your girl has even walked her semi-daily trip to the post office--and encountered a real runner along the way. Yes, you heard Fio--a tall, slender, young woman who was actually running in this weather!

And then, there's Halloween coming around the bend. Your girl has fond memories of laughter, friendly faces, and nice bags of candy that my parents checked over before we were allowed to eat them, but now, it seams that the adults run the show and can be scary and a bit ribald. Sad.......

 Hey, hey! Fio just put joy in the heart of the next-door-neighbor girl whose class is selling chocolate bars. Your girl also got a glimpse of their family's inside room, which was just about like Fio's. DANG!

Friends, Fiorella wishes she had more to write about than her "yours truly," but this is her life and she is BOARD. BOARD, BOARD! 

PS: DID YOUR GIRL TELL YOU THAT SHE HAS ABOUT TWENTY SMALL PUMPKINS TO DECORATE THE HALLWAY OF THE HOUSE?

 

 

 

CONFESSION

Whoopee! Fiorella has cleared out two wooden boxes at the foot of her bed! Next comes the mess on top of her bureau, which all her meds and what-nots reside. Actually, your girl would like to have a nice nice little house and share it with another lady WHO DRIVES AND COOKS!

Fio is still not happy about the cute little doggies that share her current domicile. They wet her carpet again.😖

If it sounds like Fiorella doesn't have too much to say, you're correct because your girl has no activity or friends. 

How in the world does a girl like her get wrapped up like this? It's because she is one-quarter blind and thus can't drive. Also, the homes in her neighborhood are designed in such a way that every house is very separate and thus the owners don't know their neighbors as well as in more typical types.

Whatever, Fiorella will continue on, and she hopes you will too.😁

 

 

This and That......

 Whoopsie! The code computer finally let your girl in. Is she the only person in the world that has trouble getting it to obey her?

You should see what Fio has on today: darkish-blue knee shorts, blue shoes, and a white shirt blazing the name of her late father's Pennsylvania high school.  Yep, Dad was many an Osceola's girl's dream, but he married a sweetie from Ohio.😊

SonL kindly cooked some salmon for your girl this evening. (Fio's parents lived near tainted waters so they never ever ate ANY kind of fish.)

 Yes, Fiorella does try to walk her area's path from time to time, but as far as she can tell, she's the only one....except for the delivery drivers.

By the way, did you know that the TV screen can fail in the middle of just what you wanted to see? It happened to Fio, and luckily, SonL knew how to fix it (but your girl waited two days to approach him.)

 

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JUST STUFF with a FEW PUMPKINS

 It's Fiorella's older son's birthday today so she called to give him a nice mother-son greeting......but he was enjoying some time with his pals so your girl talked with his wife. (He'll get the check anyway.)😊

Hey, hey! The pumpkins have been rolled into town, and Fio can't wait to get started on her Halloween decorations. She usually lines the front of the house house with pumpkins as small as she can get them, and cuts out witches and cats to decorate the inner hall. Join her, it's fun! (ER...has Fiorella already told you all of this?)

Oh, how about SonL gathering up all Fio's plastic blue cups and disposing of them because he thought they were dirty? His substitute? A larger, heavier plastic cup for your girl. Sorry, Son, but Mom has a better idea: she bought another bag of the blue cups and is writing her name on them so no one else will contaminate them.

In case you don't know, Fiorella (like her mother before her) has lost a fair amount of vision in her left eye and therefore, dang it, cannot drive!

 Hey! My hair is almost to my waist and mostly still brown😊. How long is yours?

 

 

 

 

FROM DREAM TO JESSICA TO THE POSTOFFICE TO PLASTIC CUPS TO LAMPS

 It seems that all Fio can do today is sleep, despite the fact that she also slept and slept and slept yesterday. Maybe it's the dream that she had toward the morning----a true dream about one of her collage teachers long, long, ago trying to get too familiar with her on the class's last day (outside in a park). Alcohol was involved, of course ---on his side, not your girl's.

 DANG IT! Fiorella often lolls herself to sleep at night by fixing the remote very low and adding never-ending Jessica Fletcher to it, but last night nothing worked. Is the whole world coming to the end?😕

Your girl just came in from another walk to the neighborhood post office to donate a hundred dollars to the Kamala Harris fund. This will probably be the last one.

SonL wants Fio to stop using those plastic cups in several colors that are so useful, but Fio needs more information before she dumps them.

Santa Claus, it's early, but Fiorella wants those two beautiful lamps on the sides of her bed to be fixed for use.