The Good and the Stupid

 OMG! Fio can feel ouija swirling around her! Everything is going to be all right! As she reported, Dr. Michel put some magic needle into her bad knee and it's WORKING AGAIN and, to top it off, he'll be putting a new knee in her leg the next time around.

The good doctor also complemented her on her voice--she'd been humming and singing lightly while she waited for him to get around to her because (1) she was bored, and (2) she's trying to get said voice back--the one that was stolen from her by a throat condition and exacerbated by the series of traumas. Not all of it will return, or course, but she'll settle. The key is to stay in her top register 😉

Now your girl has to find someone to stay with her overnight while Son L and his wife are off on a short vacation. Fio doesn't like being alone and, because of Covid, she also doesn't know many people in the new neighborhood, which means she'll probably have to hire somebody to keep her entertained which--come to think of it--could be a lot of fun!😃

Hey, hey--Going through the wastebasket in her studio and the one in her bedroom, Fiorella located not only the phone that had been wailing at her feebly for the last couple of days, but also her second-best missing eye glasses. Her best glasses--the ones that still have both wings--are still missing--probably behind her bedstead--but Son L is dealing with so many other things right now that she's holding off on asking him to move her heavy bed.

Confession: Fio grew up thinking that if she just did her best work possible in music, art, languages, and writing, then modestly step back, she'd be recognized and lauded for her accomplishments and the rest of her life would be roses, but, except for being awarded a PhD in linguistics, such never happened--and it was her own fault. The linguistics department offered her a job after graduation but she stupidly refused because she was tired of school and wanted to  travel around the world and USE her languages--all of which are now in decay. 😞