From Bomb to Shakers

Fiorella's visit to the psychologist was a bomb because Fio didn't know that psychologists have specialized nowadays and are not in the least interested in doing anything but prescribing pills. Ah, well, Daughter and United Health Care are going to try to hook your girl up with someone who has more empathy.

Fio never knew how much she could yearn for someone to talk to. Between Covid and living in a silent house, she feel's like she's been put in solitary. (All in all, it's a wonder that Robinson Caruso didn't just jump back into the ocean and drown--but then he did have Friday and a squawky parrot.)

Son L has just come by to tell her that he's arranging for her bed, which has sunk to the carpet, to be repaired. It's a family heirloom from her late husband's side of the family and Fiorella feels safe in it. 

If you're wondering how Fio's piano studies are going, the answer again is  s-l-o-w-l-y, but still, she persists. She also wants to get back into art and writing, but as with everything else, shee needs extra help, especially with high places and heavy lifting. Hey--maybe when the hired hands are working on her broken bed, she'll talk to them about some of her other too-heavy-for-Fiorella problems. (Where are the dang Boy Scouts when you need them?!)

Your girl is so tired of having a runny nose and a froggy voice. Yes, she's tried allergy pills, but they don't do the job. 

P.S. Fio, bought a new salt and pepper set because she couldn't get the current salt shaker to work right , but when she came in from an evening ride, the new set was back on her desk and the defective set was in the center of the table again. Elves? 😂

P.P.S: Now it looks like it's going to be salt shaker WWIII😄