WHAT IF?

Fiorella has been gazing at her bedroom wall and wondering which ones she should save for her grandchildren and which she should donate to eternity....

Now that you're through laughing, let's get down to business. Our Fio is eighty-three years old (heading for one hundred). Don't laugh: her father, who was born in 1914, waited till 2009 to die.

Ooops.... Christmas lights are being talked about going up all around Fio, which means she has to grab her purse and dig out the cash for the her share of the decorations. For her own self, she usually cuts out fake Mistletoe for inside the windows that she has just put together.

But wait, it's not even Christmastide yet! Maybe the jolly old elf will visit Fiorella with good will, wave a wand, and take away all of Fioe's problems away.

 Perhaps......

 

WHY DID MY HUSBAND HAVE TO DIE?

 Fiorella has been working on her bedroom for the last couple of days, rearranging the "prittys"and making sure all her pills are looking good. She walked the local cul-de-sac twice today too with, as usual, nobody else. Hummm....do you think the thing was built just for looks?

 Dang! It took two and a half days for Fio to get her laundry done this week....that Fio, Son L, and Your's truly were all ganged up for service on one machine.WHOOPEEEEEE!

Your girl is still upset about KAMALA's loss and disgusted by TRUMP, whatever, but we have to go on.

OOOPS! Fio just realized that her silver wristwatch has stopped running and joined the gold one that her daughter gave her about five years back. Then there's a third gold one that started it all.....

Things would have been so much better if my husband hadn't died.

 

YES, FIORELLA IS HUNGRY!

 Your girl has been working on her bedroom and salon, trying to take care of her pills in the first and moaning about the other about her not having had a friend in FIVE YEARS!  There are houses all around her. but they are of the same general build, house after house. Each one has the same backyard, side word, and driveway, and no one can look in anybody else's window to wave. Fio feels like she's in prison!

Fiorella does her best to walk the cul-de-sac every day, but she's pretty much the only person on the track.  How do you get to know our your neighbor if you can't identify their his house and walk by it every now and then? Even before the heat wave, the situation has been like this sometimes.....

Fio is working on her bedroom now, mostly on her chest of drawers--of which she has a fair number, if you care to know. 

WHEN WILL SON L AND HIS FAMILY RETURN WITH THE FOOD! Grammy is HUNGRY!

FIO FORGOT TO publish YEASTERDAY'S "publish."

 

 

 

NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

 AHAH! Fiorella has contact again!

What has your girl been doing lately, you ask. Well, she's been trying to get her bedroom and art salon in  in shape.....or has she already said this.  She's also mulling around the idea of obtaining a dog of her own, maybe a medium-sized one, that won't scare off the smallsters that now reign over the house.

The weather in our part of the country has settled into an almost pleasant morning breeze, and Fiorella is hoping it stays that way....or even produces some kind of light Thanksgiving snow.

Oh, did your girl tell you that Son L found one of her sky blue shoes that had been missing for a week.....and he washed it up for her too!

 Just so you know,  A FUTURE FOR AMERICANS is still on Fio's inside door and is going to stay there. FIORELLA RIDES AGAIN, AND SO WILL KAMALA!

 

GETTING UP SPEED!

 Fiorella has survived the loss of Kamala, but doesn't know if the country will. After all, Trump nearly destroyed it last time around. But somehow, we will follow through! 

In the meantime, your girl is wiping her tears, clinging to her computer, and still trying to find her missing Blue Shade Shoe. (Right now, she's wearing an old flappy pair without any strings on it that not even Son's tiny inside dogs will touch.)

 Fiorella has been pretty much alone today, and one can watch just so many Fletcher shows without wanting to scream!!!!!!!!

Whoopy! Son has found your girl's missing blue-swede shoe! Hip, hip, hooray! Fio LOVES these shoes! 

Now, what Fio is searching out is FRIENDS.....WALKING, TALKING, FRIENDS! 

Or maybe Fiorella will post some of her poems or stories or adventures!

 

 

 

YES, FIORELLA IS STILL ALIVE, BUT A BIT DAMAGED

 Hello! Sorry to be gone so long, but Fiorella watched all she could during the great drama, and is still gnashing her teeth about Trump having received the crown. But will he able to keep it! up? Or will one of those mysterious bullets that attack him but never quite harm him continue to protect him?

Fio's guess is no, that Camala will win the final game!

Not Much To Say

 The "after Halloween" has also been a loser. Fio has been in her room almost all day going through lost leftovers that had been pushed under her bed in times past, and, of course, your girl couldn't help pulling them out: baby clothes, long black stockings, socks, etc.

But it's over now, and our winter has started: the temperature is actually dark and COLD! Hmmm....did Fiorella make a mistake when she threw out some of those old sheets--which she didn't even remember existed?

Praying, praying, praying that Kamala will be our next president, not just because she's the better candidate, but because your girl remembers how awful Trump was when he ran the nation. (Also, he's a little too cozy with Putin to suit Fiorella!)