From Cars to Covid

 Pray for Fiorella. Your girl, who is at least ten years behind in the world of automobile-alogy, is going to swing into the saddle of her new hawse and hope she doesn't get bucked off. Having learned how to start, drive, and stop yesterday, and she hopes to master backing up today, but don't ask her about that back-up mirror thing. It will have to wait a while.

An hour later: It turns out that driving her new car will also have to be put on hold. Your girl's lack of technological talents meant that her baby is still sitting in the driveway. Son was kind enough to give Fio driving instructions over the phone, but it was while she was preparing lunch, and the second he had hung up, Daughter called and the dog started barking. Actually, what your girl needs is a tablet of instructions--SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS.

And yes, if you're wondering, Fiorella has never been the world's best driver. In fact, she was at the bottom of her student driving class and got stopped by the cops in the class's nighttime-driving expedition--she hadn't turned on her headlights.  Her teacher, of course, hastily explained the situation and all Fio got was a warning... and, she'll admit, a bit of notoriety.

Your girl called neighbor Michael to see if her could help with the car, but he was forty miles away...and has a headache and a fever. Fio wishes him well, of course, and hopes it's the flu rather than you-know-what. Covid hasn't hit her neck of the woods as far as she knows, but Michael, being National Guard, travels a lot. 

Fio doesn't travel much at all...just to Walgreens and, occasionally, to Target, both of which follow the rules, but she spent a lot of time at Mazda lately. Hope all the guys have been keeping their masks on.