Back Again!

Yes, your girl is still alive, and winter is upon us. Fio had a little fall---a skinned knee while she was walking the mail up the hill and limping down again. SonL rushed her to the hospital and they stayed for quite a well, but all is well. 

Christmas is in the air, and Fiorella hasn't even started with gifts: not that there are so many. 

What your girl is trying to do is put together an inside design, mainly with crepe paper. Maybe she'll be able to make patterns with red and green inside the house that way. (Wouldn't it be great !)

Of course, snow never is for certain in Central Texas, so we might just end up with a nasty, nasty pile of slush. But who knows? Maybe we'll have a lovely, sun shiny that will get crusty, then smooth (or is it vice versa?)

See you tomorrow!

UPHILL, BUT MOVIN' ALONG......

 The weather isn't any better than yesterday except that the weather is warmer, your girl is returning her Mom's mink to the rack, and Fio walked further in the cul-de-sac. (Also, the trash bag is stuffed, so Fiorella can't empty it until the second one comes along.)

By the way, Fio is dressed in knee-length maroon shorts, a pink top, and blue swede shoes--if anyone remembers that song!

Why is your girl telling you what she is wearing? Because she doesn't have much else to do, but she'll pick up speed later....she hopes.

Fiorella is very lucky to have a long-time maid who helps her with shopping plus, because her driving days are over.

Looking at all the messages that Fio has taped to her bedroom wall, your girl is quite pleased with herself. She has a picture of almost every dog she has had--and of her late husband too!😊

 

 

 

Later

 Will see you tomorrow, the 30th. Need to think things out.

Small Stuff

 Whoopee!!! FEORELLA, woke up, noted that it was cold, cold, cold outside, searched for the mink coat that your girl had given to Mother for her birthday long long ago, then walked half of the way to the  cul-de-sac and back. What's next? A SNOW MAN?

Fio hopes so! She has good memories of Ohio!

 

MOVING ALONG, HOPE FULLY!

 Here is your girl, pondering the shirt that she chose to wear for the day---one of her her father's high school sport shirts, Osceola Mills,which was the name of his home town and, of course, of the teams he played in. Now your Fio wears it proudly, although she has no talent for sport. Fiorella was born to her mother's games, and they have also served her well.

Oops, just got a call from a physical therapist about a health call tomorrow. Assuming it is legit, Son and wife will be back at the house by then. Meanwhile,  George, the big white semi-spotted cat, has established itself as your girl's guardian. MRRRROOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!

Fio is slowly cleaning up her bedroom and art salon. We'll see what happens. Christmas is usually her best time of year.

😋

 

NOT MUCH TO SAY

Hello, hello, hello! 

Your girl has had her problems over the past couple of days, but at least she got her computer working again, or rather, her son did. Also, she has gotten all her pill bottles in shape and FOUND the house key that she had thought gone forever. Don't laugh, but it had been in the pocket of one of her sets of shorts the whole time. Somehow, Son L's little pugs must be trained to relieve themselves outside, not in Fio's bedroom!

 Did Fiorella tell you that she still has all her "Kamala pictures" on her wall? Just in case, just in case.....

 

 

 

 

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......