From Poetry to Cornwall

 There once was a governor named Abbott

Who had the deplorable habit

Of letting us freeze or letting us fry

Without a blink of his Trumpian eye

And as for a heart, he lacked it

What did Fio do all day? Worked on her studio mostly. Translation: she went through piles of family photos and decided to keep them all. Your girl holds every one of her ancestors to her heart and has even started labeling the ones she recognizes in hopes there will be another Fiorella down the line.

Speaking of old pictures, Fiorella was fascinated by the way she echoed her mother in weight. Both of us were fairly lightweight until our middle years, when we put on the poundage, and both of us shed most of it as we got older.

Cross your fingers--your girl will be checking in with her new heart doctor tomorrow. She's always gotten good grades in that regard so let's hope the trend continues. Later in the month will come will come her neurologist, then her ophthalmologist, both of which she knows and likes...although she hasn't seen either of them for a couple of years.

Fiorella had a field day when Son L introduced her to the universal remote, but apparently she used up all the good movies/shows because now she can't find a single one she likes. Doc Martin will come on again in the fall, but--dang it--the show will be Cornwall's swan song.