How did we get to September twentieth so quickly? Did someone push the clock forward when Fio wasn't looking? Well, whatever, she's moving onward with her self-assigned projects--pulling Lolly together (literature), catching up on Spanish and any other language that spouts out of her mouth (language), and mulling over designs for this year's Christmas card (art). The music side of her will have to wait until the piano arrives.
The kennel that Sonia Dog was boarded in while Fio herself was being kenneled by her daughter-in-law's family in the aftermath of the storm (THANK YOU 💗) burned to the ground last night with 75 dogs in it. Not a one survived and your girl hurts for the dogs and for their owners.
Fiorella got a frightening notification from the medical scorekeepers that her major credit card wouldn't honor her charge, which drove her into a frenzy running all over the house to find her other card which, it turned out, was in her little red purse under the seat of Son L's car from when he and your girl had made a hamburger run last night. The sawbones will have to wait till tomorrow.
Dang, Fio is spending way too much time trying to tie together all of Lolly's chapters because she had mislabeled some of them and they'd been written and packaged at different times. GRRRRR!
Speaking of Christmas cards, Fiorella is going to say this so she won't forget it when Christmas comes around: she's going to try to find a copy of every kind of holiday card that she's made through the years and make a circle around the wall that she's put Husband's childhood and adult pictures on.