If anyone out there enjoys sorting out filing cabinet contents, please drop in at the Plum house for an hour or two two--or twenty. Last year, when it came time to pack up all her half-finished stories, etc., your girl jammed everything, helter-skelter, into her three sets of metal cabinets, and now she's riding the whirlwind.
On the other hand, as she keeps reminding herself, when she's finished, she'll know where everything is and probably have a couple of empty drawers to boot. Also, because she is LABELING each drawer this time around, she'll know where everything is.
Has Fiorella told you how much she likes the traveling nurses who come to her door to check up on her so that she doesn't have to hitch a ride to the hospital to take care of minor things like having her coumadin level checked? Fio is especially thankful to the ladies (no male nurses have rung the doorbell yet) because, with the pandemic, she doesn't get to talk with people verymuch anymore.
Your girl is still glowing from Daughter's kind words about how Fio has arranged and decorated her rather small bedroom, but there's still more to go. Fiorella wants a full-length mirror in the bathroom she shares with her granddaughter and, sometime along the line, she will call in a handyman to turn the clothes closet, designed for a child, into an adult's closet.
Did you ever hear how Fio got into serious painting? Well, all the Jewish girls were trying out Mrs. Fisher's oil-painting class, so, through Ellen's parents, your girl got included, and it opened a whole, big world for Fiorella, a world that sparkles today and even unto the second generationš
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