Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Uvalde and the University of Texas

 Through the years

Through the years,

How have I collected

So many tears

And held them back

Until they found 

Anther name--

    It happened before

    It will happen again  

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I am the survivor, the only one left,

The one who saw the family fall apart--

The parents trying to find themselves,

The left-over children alone in their room--

I saw it all, but now I am told

That I shouldn't think about it-- 

But how does one erase a memory 

When it is constantly renewed?

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I need someone to talk to,

But who wants to talk to me?

My sorrows are old hat

My glories are yet to be

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Monday, May 30, 2022

The Truth

When the word went out that Paul had been killed by the tower sniper, the family, all far and near, descended on the home to comfort his parents and distract them from their sorrow. Everyone was exchanging news with everyone else, and the teenage girls were taking turns ironing each others' hair, which was all the rage back then. 

Fio was aghast--where were Paul's brothers? She and Husband cut through the crowd and  found the boys' bedroom, where they were sitting side by side, silent and still. 

Why had these two precious children, the closest in the family to their brother, been left alone? 

Husband and Fiorella stayed with them until the party was over, and, through the years, they would visit us. They were like lost souls--and the parents were so devastated by the loss of their shining light that they seemed to forget about the younger boys, who were often told to take care of their parents because of the loss they had suffered.

The boys did not fare well. The younger one had mental problems and, as far as Fio knows, is still riding around UT on a bicycle, and the older one, who died recently, used his inheritance to get a college degree and make a 'round the world tour, then married and had two sons. We thought all was going well until, at one of our family gatherings, he and his wife had a vicious fight resulting in her divorcing him.

He ended up being supported by a couple of other women and his share of the family ranch money until he died last winter. May he rest in a peace he never had while he was alive.

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Fio's memory has gaps and mistakes, but this much she is sure of: not one, but three beautiful boys were destroyed by a person they never knew--another wounded youth who was randomly shooting people from the UT Tower.

Just like in Uvalde.

 




Saturday, May 28, 2022

THIS IS THE HARDEST BLOG I'VE EVER WRITTEN

Many years ago, when Fiorella was in college at The University of Texas, a lone gunman climbed to the top of the UT tower and killed everyone he could set his sights on--like your girl's oldest nephew, who was just a few years younger than she, who had recently graduated from high school and, for fun, was strolling along the UT "drag" with his girlfriend.

At the same time, Husband was driving your girl to one of her classes-but, strangely, couldn't get on campus. In fact, every entrance to the college seemed to be boarded up. Wondering what was going on,  Fio listened as Husband's father, Austin's premier newsman and his crony, read off the names of the victims. Suddenly, my Father-in-law's voice rang out loud and clear-- "WAIT A MINUTE--THAT'S MY GRANDSON!"

Which was the last thing he ever said on air.

The family gathered together for a while, then pulled apart, all in their own ways. The two younger boys never recovered.

 

AND THAT'S WHY FIORELLA IS REACTING SO STRONGLY TO THE UVALDE MASSACRE


 

 

Friday, May 27, 2022

Personal

 Fiorella bad a bad day--children being slaughtered in their classroom--or anyone anywhere--upsets her--especially if she has no way to rectify the situation. One thing stood out though: Beto O'Rourke, who's running for governor, really said something when he suddenly leapt up on the stage and confronted the row of politicians who didn't seem at all interested in gun control.

Your girl has had a hard time dealing with the Uvalde massacre. Those children, those teachers, are REAL to her, just as her nephew, only three years younger than she, was real to her back when he was killed by the UT tower sniper. Husband was driving Fio toward the campus for a class when we got the news over the radio. "Paul's been hit, Paul's been hit," Fiorella  shrieked." But Paul had been more than hit--he'd been killed.

The whole family went into decline. Her husband, just a only about four years older than his nephew, was especially hard hit. The whole family went into decline--with the parents going into so much sorrow that the two younger boys were neglected--the boys knew that the whisper going around was that it was too bad it wasn't one of them, that their older brother had held such promise.

The grandparents, parents, and Fio's husband are long dead now, and your girl is the only one left to tell you what losing a child to a mass gunman did to that family.

The grandparents tried to drown their sorrows by taking an around-the-world tour, and the mother and her husband experimented with questionable entertainment. After they graduated high school, the two remaining boys, obviously broken, moved into an apartment together and frequently visited Husband and Fio.

As time went on, the younger boy developed a mental condition while the older finished a college degree (overlooked by a friend of Fio's who taught there). Later, He and his wife had a dramatic break-up up at Husband's and Fio's home, and she married again, but their boys stayed in Texas with their father who, when his own parents died, made his own world tour, then would have sunk into poverty if it weren't for his share of the remaining family fortune--which Fio distributed--twice a year.

 Don't know what happened to the third son, but Fiorella's daughter, who was attending UT by then, would see him riding his bicycle across campus from time to time.

The remaining son, the one with offspring, died this year and now Fiorella is portioning out his inheritance to his sons, both of whom have established themselves well. It's the right thing to do, and your girl is the only one left to do it. She's also the only one left who knows first hand the impact of that long-ago sniper on the whole family.

May God bless you, Uvalde. You have a long row to hoe.

Thursday, May 26, 2022

NOT ANOTHER MASSACRE.....

 Fiorella cannot write today because the Uvalde massacre is too close to her own experience. She's spent hours trying to form a message explaining the everlasting pain, the responsibilities of a fringe survivor, and how one's world is permanently altered--to no avail. What happens happens, and one can only live with it. 


Wednesday, May 25, 2022

SORROW

 Children, yes, are sacred--

Each and every one

No matter who their parents

Or where they're coming from

No matter what their color

No matter where their birth

They're the closest thing to angels

That we will have on earth


I cannot write a poem 

To comfort those in sorrow

Because the tears are running down my cheeks--

Yes, I too, am a mother

 

This whole scene has hit Fiorella especially hard because she had a nephew who got killed in the University of Texas tower shooting many years ago.....and she has never forgotten.

 

 

 

 

 

My nephew was killed by the UT tower shooter several years ago, and it disrupted the whole family for years to come and still does. All I can ask is WHY IS THIS STILL HAPPENING? Why is it so easy for anyone--ANYONE--to get a gun?

 





Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Sort of Mess of an Entry Today....

 Hip, hurray!Your girl spent about three hours searching out a really good comedy she'd seen on TV and actually found it! SOAP is the name and it's got a star-spangled cast, lots of laughs, and a happy ending, all of which gave her some ideas 😁

 Apparently, Fio messed up what pills she's supposed to take so she'll have to go back to the doctor's office next week and get everything straightened out. In the meantime, there isn't much to do but practice piano, which burns your girl's carpal tunnel fingers, or start on a new romance story that she's been dilly-dallying around with in her head. Guess which one she chose?

But Fiorella, you say, what do you know about murder mysteries aside from Nancy Drew, Miss Marple,  Miss Fisher, those old-time Angela Lansbury shows? To which your girl replies that murder has no regulations, just an evil within.

On the other hand, Fio could up the humor level on her stories or even increase the sexual content...hmm

Whatever, she'll also be sure to get herself straightened out with her pills and piano practice sooner rather than later.




 



 

 



Monday, May 23, 2022

About All those Pills in My Cupboard....

 The Invalid--

I get so so tired of being ruled by pills

And watching wretched people on TV

When I would rather search the universe

And find someone to be a friend to me


WHOOPEE! Despite the carpal tunnel, your girl was able to do a half-decent piano spractice today.  She couldn't add anything new, of course.....but maybe next time....😊

WHOOPEE NUMBER TWO! Fiorella found her cell phone's number hiding away in a desk drawer, so now she can keep up with the rest of her tribe. Yep, putting pictures up on Facebook was a skill Fio had lost during that string of traumas that knocked her over, but now, if someone will just show her the way, she's ready to rejoin the crowd. SOUND THE TRUMPET!

Fiorella had an adventure at HEB today--the woman in front of her paid for her groceries, which, as she now knows, was an invitation that for her to pay for the groceries of the next person in line, which, out of your girl's surprise and ignorance, she didn't do--but will the next time. πŸ˜”

Darn--Fio lost her good pair of glasses this afternoon. Ah,well....this too shall pass.

































































Sunday, May 22, 2022

From Religion to a Snake to Music to Carpal Tunnel to the Big Wide World

 When it came to learning about religion, Fiorella was lucky: the girl next door was Catholic, the girl across the street was Jewish, and up and down the majority of the rest of the street, Baptists and Methodists abounded, all of which prepared your girl for friends of even of more diverse religions when she went to college.πŸ˜‹

Son L spotted a coral snake slithering through our yard up close to the back door this morning. In case you don't know, they're strikingly beautiful and just as venomous, but not aggressive, as proved by the speed at which our visitor disappeared into the underbrush. WOW!

Hmm....no one's in the house but Fiorella and the cats so maybe your girl can dare to try to sing again after losing her soprano in 2002 to a partial thyroidectomy. After all, partial means there must be something left, right? 

If you're wondering how long it takes to get through a carpal tunnel attack even after you've had the surgery like your girl has, it's  f-o-r-e-v-e-r, and now Fio is hearing stories about people who never completely recoverπŸ˜•

What's going to happen regarding the Ukraine? Are we and the rest of the world going to tolerate Putin's rape of a neighboring country? Which one is next? Little Latvia? Belarus? Estonia? Finland, which could launch him onto Norway and Sweden?  Then, in the other direction, is Alaska, which Putin may want to relieve us of and hook up to Russian again.





 



Saturday, May 21, 2022

Not THAT MUCH TO SAY---

 Yo, Fiorella is running late--Granddaughter had an end-of-the-year dance recital and, like any properly proud grandmother, your girl attended her show. Must tell you that B's grandparents on the other side of the family also also attended, which warmed Fio's heart to the core: with two strong families behind her, Granddaughter is off to a great start.

Because of the recital, your girl put off the shopping spree that she and Daughter had been planning. The way Fio sees it is that children need immediate attention while women's clothing can hang on a rack till kingdom come.

During the drive back to the house, Fio realized yet again how much Austin has changed AND GROWN since she and husband left it twenty-some years ago. She also felt sad for the Austin that once was--when the university towered above all, when there wasn't as much traffic, and when one prominent newscaster renowned for his integrity--your girl's father-in-law--ruled the local airways. 

As you know, transportation is one of Fiorella's biggest problems, and Son L, Cheriot, and her former maid--the three she depends on--are not always available, so Fio is thinking about adding another service...or two. Oh, for the days she used to drive all over Austin in one of Husband's showy cars!

That's all for today. Your girl will try to be more upbeat tomorrow.

 


 

 

 





Friday, May 20, 2022

A Meaningful Repeat

Fio's newspaper was not delivered today and somehow she missed out on the on-line version too. Maybe Son L will take her out to pick up a leftover somewhere, but that's doubtful, so your girl will probably have to wait till tomorrow to find out what's going on with Luann and her pals.

In the meantime, Fiorella give you a poem that she wrote a while back but is just as meaningful today as the day it was written:


America, bow your head in shame

Ethnic cleansing is the name of the game--

     Clear out the black, the yellow, the brown

     Run gays and their kindred out of town

     Ridicule the halt, the blind, and the lame

     And do unto those who sorrow the same

     Jail the actors, the artists, the press

     Silence the women and make them a jest

     Reject the migrants or throw them in jail

     Allow graft and cronyism to prevail


In short, go after anyone who

Doesn't talk or think or look like you--

An automaton of self-fed hate

Which no force on earth can ameliorate


 

 


Thursday, May 19, 2022

Secrets of a Writer

 Fiorella will admit it--she wants to know how many followers she has, but has no idea how to find out, but let's face it--if your girl doesn't have much of a following, she'll probably  be unhappy, while if she has big following, she'll probably be nonplussed. No way to win, so Fio will have to go on her same semi-steady way as before. 

Warning: whether  you're a follower of not, if we were friends anywhere along the line, Fio probably has your phone number and maybe your address and birth date too. Yes, once her friend, you're always her friend, as she will always be yours.

Your girl has been going through some papers back from God only knows when and found a few jewels, like, "Here I am, a woman who can't even discuss sex with her gynecologist, writing a romance novel." This is another one (blush): "Basic romance set up: six feet of cardboard  and six inches of solid steel." This one may burn your ears, once you get through laughing: "There's fxxk and there's sxxk. What else can your characters do?"

 Fio is so old that she remember the year nipples were discovered to be erectile, via writer Sandra Brown. The next year, manly bulges were all the rage and each book seemed to be 220 pages of slow-motion demonstrations. Of course, the authors all used pen names--an obvious one being Bess T Seller (giggle), but some of the book covers were so graphic that your girl didn't want to be seen with the book in hand wouldn't buy it.

Of course, Fiorella, who always had kids hanging over her shoulder, had to be very careful when she herself was--uh--erecting passionate love scenes, and she always had to make sure her early drafts didn't make it into the family trash can.

FINAL WORD: As as a writer, you have to develop a thick skin because you'll get rejected a lot, which has more to do with what the publisher is looking for rather than your writing.







Wednesday, May 18, 2022

HANG HIM HIGH!

 Fiorella is still in shock about yesterday's shooting. What is wrong with these people? How can we prevent this atrocity from happening again? WHAT CAN FIO HERSELF DO TO MAKE THIS WORLD A MORE SAFE, PEACEFUL PLACE?

No guardian angel has appeared and given your girl instructions yet so she'll double down to do what she can in her own way by being as kind and  helpful as she can, keeping a smile on her face, and trying to spread her love--and heart--to the world.

At the same time, she has to get into better physical shape and make contact with old friends so she can find herself again and plan for the future. Despite the carpal tunnel, she's playing the piano now and hopes to be able to compose again, and then there's her art/design, which has been limited to decorating her rooms in the new house so far. Next comes her writing. This blog has been your girl's joy (THANK YOU!), but she also has two books swimming around in her brain--Lolly's story, which she started about five years ago, and a new one in which the heroine is more mature.  Last, but not least, are Fio's languages, German, Russian, and Spanish, all of which have fallen subject to "If you don't use it, you lose it," but which she hopes to regain by going backwards and using them, using them, using them. (Actually, she had been learning Spanish by TV, which may not be legitimate. And if you're wondering, Latin and Telugu aren't on her plate any more.)

Has Fio told you too much? She does tend to reveal all when she's really upset, and ten people being mowed down in a grocery store by a stupid kid because he's been fed racist propaganda all his life both angers and disgusts her.

Hang him high and charge his parents as accomplices.



Tuesday, May 17, 2022

RACISM HAS NO PLACE IN OUR COUNTRY

 Yes, I am crying--crying my heart out for Buffalo, New York, where ten people were killed--picked off one by one--in a grocery store patronized by Blacks. In times past, I would have tried to understand what motivated the massacre, but now all I want to do is MAKE THIS HORROR SHOW STOP! 

But how?  Better gun control would help, but it's so easy to get around, and many marksmen, like my elder son, enjoy shooting for target practice. Maybe our churches could preach more about loving thy neighbors, no matter the color of their skins. Maybe our schools could should work harder on instilling respect for others in their curriculums, although, as a former teacher, I know that not every student absorbs--or wants to absorb--their teacher's golden words.

Maybe this, maybe that....but the plain truth is that racial hatred springs from the home and festers through the years until it explodes in an outrage like Buffalo and the long list of Black churches that have been torched or shot up through the years.

I don't have a solution, but I hope you do. If so, please contact President Biden, whose speech covered the waterfront--except for, like my blog--the solution. How does one wipe hate out the horror in a person's mind if he/she was born with it?




Monday, May 16, 2022

BACK TO "NORMAL?"

Your girl arranged for a driver, got all dressed up for her trip to the heart doctor, had a pleasant ride to his office as listed on the information she had received, and, when she presented herself at said office, learned that the doctor only came to that office on Thursdays. Nothing to do but grit her teeth, round up her driver, head home, and SCREAM....mentally, of course.

It takes a while to get accustomed to a new supermarket, but slowly and surely, Fiorella has been building her kitchen stock. Yesterday, she finally found paper napkins like her mother favored. Now, if she can locate those small red paper cups that are just the right size for her mini Cokes. (Mom preferred tea.)

Another step forward: Fio is going to try to contact her former (pre-snowstorm) friends and see if they want to get together with her for lunch or whatever. We'd certainly have a lot to talk about regarding the months--even years--we weren't in contact.

Granddaughter is heading to elementary school this fall, and, from what your girl has been hearing, school is a lot different these days--technology is the name of the game, which is a bit scary.  What about reading, writing, and 'rithmatic? What about courtesy and consideration? What about silly recess games, jump rope, and tag?

Fiorella didn't know it, but Son L has signed her up for the neighborhood Facebook group and she's hoping there's someone in the crowd who can explain minor scales to her so that once her hand is healed, she can rattle the keyboard and maybe even start composing again.

 






Sunday, May 15, 2022

Seven, All for You

 The TaskRabbit guy came later than expected, but he did a good job of fixing your girl's broken bed and had a great sense of humor. Fio gave him the top rating and a good tip, but will not employ TR ever again simply because she doesn't want to deal with all the technology again. Instead, she'll hire one of the locals who, she hopes, will deal with her in person.

Going through all her medical records, Fiorella thanks it's a wonder she's still alive. Hurray for modern medicine! (On the other hand, we oldies are the ones clogging up the planet.)

Okay, Fio admits that she is wearing the same outfit that she had on yesterday, but her family members are the one only ones who saw it, and that pink shirt is so doggone cute, cute, cute!😊

The carpal tunnel is abating--whew--but not fast enough for your girl. Surely, modern medicine could figure out how to wave a magic wand and, in the twinkling of an eye, make her hand snap back to normal....

Thinking that after Fiorella has fulfilled most her medical appointments, she can use Cheriot to drive her around to the social engagements she wants to set up. Your girl used to be something of a Queen Bee, and as time progresses, could be again....she hopes.

Did Fio ever tell you that, in high school, she would buy a Hershey Bar for lunch, then retreat to the "study room" to finish off her homework? Of course, every now and the, the chocolate bit her back and she had to stay after to recite a poem or Latin conjugation that she hadn't quite memorized.

What is your girl watching on TV, you ask? The same as before--"Unfinished Sky," an Australian movie that utterly fascinates her with its symbolism. Try it--you'll either love it or hate it.


 

 




 


Saturday, May 14, 2022

What's Going on in Fiorella's Life Today

 Your girl's yellow tablet is full to over flowing with self-assigned tasks, so, of course, she's added a couple more--like asking Son L to hang the full-length mirror that she was somehow able to edge in between the wall and her chest of drawers. Yep. Fio leaves no space unused.😁

Fiorella is hoping Son can drive her over to HEB today for a grocery run. She's down to crackers, wilting grapes, and an apple right now. Of course, that delicious-looking salmon is still in the refrigerator and hopefully, it hasn't spoiled, but will the kitchen be available?

Right now, your girl is lounging on her bed, writing to you and waiting for the TaskRabbit guy who's supposed to replace a slat on the bottom right of her bed--the slat that Son L cracked open when he sat down on the edge of her bed too abruptly. Of course, the bed being an forty-year heirloom didn't help. 😁

 Maybe it's just her hopeful imagination, but Fiorella thinks her stupid carpal tunnel is beginning to subside. PRAY FOR HER!

 Fior admits it--she is desperate for friends--people who will laugh at her jokes, whom she can exchange ideas with, who share some of her interests and background, who respect her abilities and can help her  adjust to her new life.  Please....

 



 

Friday, May 13, 2022

Sort of a Dull Day

 Fiorella is thinking about writing her new book as if it were a blog.....

You should see Fio today--pale green slacks, a longish pink shirt, pale brown shoes. and an amber necklace. (Did she ever tell you that she has a box full of interesting necklaces and wears whichever of them goes best with her outfit every day?)

This afternoon, Cheriot will drive your girl to the hand doctor's office to check out her progress regarding the carpal tunnel surgery. Apparently, her recovery has been slower than expected, but as far as she can tell, she's making a fair amount of progress. Maybe the afternoon she spent sewing together the remains of an old crocheted quilt helped. 

Fio has three large cork boards on her wall covered with pictures, lists, and ideas, and her goal is to empty out everything but the pictures sooner rather than later, which means she has a lot of work to do--but it's all on her own behalf.

Dang! Your girl has rediscovered her love for salmon at the same time that Daughter-in-Law, who rules the kitchen, has decided to clean out the oven. Hmm....wonder if Fiorella could fry her slab of fish in a pan....

 

 

 


 


 


Thursday, May 12, 2022

Addicted to Hospitals?

Fio has to admit that it seemed odd to go three straight days without visiting a doctor's office. (Oh dear--do you think she's addicted?)

Wow, your girl looked at a chart of her hospital visits since 1967 and was somewhat nonplussed. Didn't know she was so popular πŸ˜ƒ

Of course, when Fio was a kid, doctors had to come to the house because they were the only ones with cars. Times were dire during WW2.

Fio is somewhat nonplussed by all she's hearing about modern elementary schools--sliding doors and all. Remember, it's the teacher, not the gee-gaws that make a difference.

Yes, Fiorella has the near wall in her bedroom covered with notes and pictures. The pictures' addresses will probably stay there forever, but those "remember"notes she's written to herself will just last until she's completed their bidding.

OMG, Fio just realized that she doesn't have any medical appointments in THE THE LAST TWO WEEKS IN MAYO!  What can she do with herself? Will her doctors miss her? Will the universe fall apart? PRAY FOR HER EXISTENCE!

 

 



Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Luann, Mrs. Sykes, Angela Lansbury, Bobby

 Help me! I am obsessed by a comic strip--Luann, to be exact. What is going to happen now that quarterback Kip has sided with his cheerleader girl friend's roommates regarding private visitation rights rather than her? _____________________________________________________________________________________

Fio hopes that Mrs. Sykes, her long-ago piano teacher, knows somehow what a joy those lessons brought to your girl--not just when she was tromping back and forth down Herring Street for lessons, but for the rest of her life. Later, in college, her music background was augmented by a semester or two  of Composition, which turned her into a composer, but it would have happened without Mrs. Sykes patient tutoring.

Actually, later on, when Fiorella was married and the family piano sat unused, her mother bought a mail-order Sears music kit and learned to play the piano herself. Yep, music runs in the family, although Mom's talent had been suppressed.

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Your girl watched a couple of old movies on TV last night about a female writer/detective (Angela Lansbury), and now she's brimming over with ideas about things she can do to spice up her own books. Zowie!

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On a nosy whim, Fiorella looked up her first-grade crush yesterday evening, and HE'S STILL ALIVE...and--uh--so is his wife..........

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Tuesday, May 10, 2022

From Clean-up to Magic Potion

 Your girl is on a clean-up-and-put-up rampage today. She's going through the desk across from her bedroom and trying to arrange everything she'd carelessly thrown into it when she first moved into the house. As usual, wish her well.

Little by little, Fio is getting herself back again, but she still has a way to go--and it doesn't help that every time she turns around, there's another doctor's appointment on her calenderio. On the other hand, those appointments are what's strengthening her so that she'll need less of them.

Hey, hey--Fiorella wrote the first couple of lines of what she hopes will be her new torrid romance. The heroine is older than her other girls....and pregnant. Will tease you with further as the story progresses.πŸ˜„

Well, it looks like your girl's half-sunken bed will be repaired next week by means of TaskRabbit, which communicates solely on line. Fio will probably try to get a local for the rest of the work she's planning. She doesn't like hiring long-distance.

Please emind Fiorella that she has to get her one and only pair of heels--which she hadn't worn for years--to a shoemaker because their insides turned into mush when she wore them to sister-in-law's birthday celebration.

Despite the operation, your girl's left hand is still somewhat bloated from carpal tunnel, but she has an appointment with her doctor later this week and is hoping he'll be encouraging--and maybe present her with a magic potion.



 


Monday, May 9, 2022

This and That and All Around

 

 WORLD, be on your guard--

Fio is feeling good today

And that is all, 

She has to say

____________________________________

I am a writer--beware, beware!

I carry a pen with me everywhere

To take down whatever I think I can use

To humor myself and my naughty muse πŸ˜„

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I'm up in the morning when all are asleep

My pen is  itching and my thoughts are deep,

Plotting and planning my day and my life

To be useful, productive, and free of strife 

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My shirt is orange

My shoes are blue

My slacks are reddish

How about you?

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Was just thinking of Beverly Summey today--the belle of Mrs. Johnson's fourth grade class whose looked-like-it-had-never-been-touched-by-human-hand Madame Alexander doll with which she won the class contest while the red-headed, much loved doll for whom your girl had painstakingly stitched a new dress didn't attract much interest. Actually, the contest was also measure of who the most popular girl in the class, which wasn't yours truly. Fio was an outsider--a Yankee who was Lutheran rather than a Baptist, Methodist, or Church of Christ, whose family hadn't lived in Waco for decades, who always made good grades, whom her teachers called on to illustrate the blackboard as needed.

 Surprisingly, in the sixth grade, when we sat at nearby desks, Beverly and I became friends and even performed a little ballet dance in the school auditorium together. Then came junior high and we rarely saw each other. 

Now I wonder if she is still alive. 

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Sunday, May 8, 2022

Saga of a Shirt

 Thank you, God, that Fio grew up in the days when Singer Sewing Machine taught teen-age girls how to sew because one of her nice (old) shirts developed a rip yesterday and she knew exactly how to deal with it--head for the closet in her studio, where, during the move, she had stored all her aging sewing regalia. All Fiorella figured she had to do was locate an appropriate needle and a spool of purplish thread, then set to work. Her only problem was that the lingering remains of her stupid carpal tunnel made it difficult to manage the needle.

(And by the way, Fio's transportation to the sewing class when she had been a teenager had, of course, been courtesy of the Jewish mothers brigade, to which Fiorella owes so much.)

As it turned out, Fiorella had more trouble ahead of her--the fabric was old and it was hard for your girl's half-blind left eye to find the way to the needle, even with one of those tin-foil helpers. Worst of all, the patch she was working on refused to cooperate: as soon as Fio fixed one area the fabric developed even more problems. Finally, your girl threw in the towel--thread, needle, tin-foil helper, and all.  

Not that it means Fio is tossing her equipment. There's still plenty of virgin fabric in her sewing closet and one of these days, Fiorella will make use of it one way or another.

Saturday, May 7, 2022

From Dawn to Dusk

 WHOOPEE! Daughter wants to take Fio girlie shopping today--like for new bras and maybe a few more cute outfits. Your girl is in seventh heaven ! πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Later in the day, the extended family will gather to celebrate Fiorella's brother's wife's birthday at  a very nice restaurant that your girl and Husband used to regularly frequent. Wahoo

As you can tell, Fio is feeling G-O-O-D today. It looks like she's winning her battle with the carpal tunnel aftermaths, everything is getting set for her knee surgery, and she's making plans for her future that she wouldn't even have thought about a couple of months ago.

EEEEK! Fiorella had to change clothes and dash out to the party so she's just now, at10:pm, continuing her daily report. It was sister-in-law's birthday party and, as they say, a good time was had by all. Gatherings like these are wonderful for catching up with everyone. Your girl will also add that she got to wear her new RED RED RED DRESS!

The party was in the evening so we all stayed after the sun went down, which meant, when we broke up, that Fiorella got a good look at Austin in fading twilight. Actually, the city she had lived in for most of her adult life somehow seemed more real than it had at daytime, when everything seems to have a new face.



 


Friday, May 6, 2022

THIS AND THAT AND WHAT THE HECK

 What is Fiorella going to gripe about today? How about a call from a guy who said he was from Amazon  and wanted to know if your girl had ordered a pair of tennis shoes, which she hadn't. The caller wasn't satisfied with Fio denying the purchase, though. He wanted more information and to pass her on to someone who would verify him,  but again, your girl said no. The whole thing sounded like a set-up. Also, it was hard for her to understand her caller because of his accent and the boiler-room chatter in the background. Will let you know if Fiorella made the wrong decision.

What can be more irritating than buying a bottle of Antacid Tablets and not being able to open the bottle FOR TWO DAYS RUNNING?

Nothing like a couple of cackling hens who live a couple of states apart and have never met face-to-face laughing and catching up with each other over the phone two days in a row. Michelle's family has rented Fio's husband's family ranchland since before your girl was born. (Yep, Fiorella, being a Texan and though her late husband's lineage, actually has a cow or two of her own wandering around.)

Your girl's left hand is slowly recovering from carpal tunnel surgery, but it's hard going for her--and her piano practice--and the people she complains to about it.

Son L seems to be open to Fiorella practicing going up and down the neighborhood street a couple of times, and then maybe driving a couple of miles up the road to HEB and/or the pharmacy. We'll see.


 


 


Thursday, May 5, 2022

DRIVING?


When Fiorella was a child, doctors made house calls, and now she has to find transportation to their offices for anything from a sniffle to a heart attack.

Of course, back then, not many people could afford a car, and if they did, it was to drive them to work and back. At the most, there was only one vehicle  per family--it took a while after the war before the two-car family evolved. Fio remembers how her mother disapproved of her lady friends learning to drive and refused ro learn herself, claiming she had a vision problem (the same one your girl developed later on, which never stopped  her from passing a driving test.) Of course, this meant that Fio had to walk several  blocks to and from school every day--except for high school, when she grudgingly rode the city bus.

Thus, when she was old enough, you can bet Fiorella signed up for driver training. To be honest, she wasn't as good a student as the kids who'd been illegally driving their families' cars for practice for the last couple of years--she even got stopped once for not having her lights on at night--but she made it through, got her license, and was able to not only drive her kids to school, but drive her mother around from time to time.

Of course, later, years Fiorella and husband were a two-car family and drove their kids to school and themselves to work for years.

Then came the series of traumas--starting with Husband's death--that knocked your girl off kilter--and when she moved back to Austin, she stopped driving completely. 

But time has passed and Fio is ready to start driving again--first, up and down the street, and then maybe to HEB and the pharmacy. And if that's as far as it goes, she'll be happy, but, on the other hand, who knows what lies ahead? 😊


Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Mostly Dull, Dull, Dull

 Dang! Your girl's journey to the heart doctor's office yesterday took half an hour plus, the check up took fifteen minutes, and the drive home took another half an hour plus. What Fio needs is REAL daylight savings time.

Fiorella's attempt to join the minions learning German long distance didn't work out. Can anyone out there help? All your girl needs is someone to register for her--and maybe stay around for a while to make sure she has the hang of it.

Hip hooray--one happy spot--this is the day Fio visits Dr. Morledge, He's a person as well as a doctor and that makes him her favorite sawbonesπŸ’—

Fiorella's left hand is still hurting, but less so. Your girl will be seeing the hand doctor again on the 12th, so wish her well. In the meantime, she's gotten notification that the powers-that-be have not received any heart transmissions from her little white scale-looking instrument in a couple of months. Little did Fio know that its cord had to be in the wall at ALL times. (Now to figure out which of her treasures she can toss--her computer, her bedside lamp, her Dolly Parton/Patsy Cline songs, or the nice fan that keeps her from burning up all night.

This has been sort of a crummy day. Will try to make it more entertaining tomorrow.



Tuesday, May 3, 2022

FIORELLA CONTINUES ONWARD

 You've seen the nasty insides of Fiorella, so now she'll behave.... for a while. Still glowing from her clean-up of her closet, she's preparing for an outing with Daughter to buy some new clothes, ones more up-to-date than her current ranchland supply of shorts, jeans, and tops. 

But Fio, you ask, you don't drive any more and your only visits are to doctors' offices, so why are you buying new clothes? In hopes, my dears. In hopes.

In the meantime, your girl will continue to play the piano, walk up to the mailbox every day, smile a lot, and wave to everyone she sees in the neighborhood in the vain hope she'll find a friend. She'll also, on the recommendation of several FB friends, sign up for German lessons with on line. 

Fiorella is going to be visiting Dr. David Morledge, her favorite doctor tomorrow.  He's a neurologist, whatever that means, but Fio just thinks of him as a friend. (She gave him one of her books awhile back, and from his raised eyebrows, she knew he actually read it.)

If you're wondering about your girl's carpal tunnel outcome, it's still in doubt. As she told you, apparently every one of the hand doctor's clients are moving along just fine except for her, and when she reported in, she was advised to move her hands more, even to play the piano, which surprised her. But what the heck--she's having a great time following instructions.😁

 

 

 


 


Monday, May 2, 2022

MOVING FORWARD?

 Okay, Fiorella will admit it: she usually writes her blog the day before publication, however, after yesterday's all-hands-on-deck publication, she gave herself a break, which means that what you're getting now is right off the press.  Does that make any sense?

Ahem...out of the blue, your girl prophesies that Vladami Putin will go down. He's made himself too visible and vulnerable.

That woman who keeps rubbing her left hand against a ridged red plastic cup is yours truly. She's discovered the rubbing is a good way to activate the healing needed for the operation on her hand--along with playing the piano.

Fiorella is getting more and more determined to take up German studies again. That single semester she had way-back-when is gone-with-the-wind, but surely there is some nice native speaker who would like to tutor a studious adult woman. (A small class would also fill the bill.)

ATTENTION: Fio has been playing around with the idea of driving again. 

Sorry if this blogg echoes yesterday's. Your girl is still adjusting to all these new ideas swarming in her head.









 



 

 

 

 


 

 

 

Sunday, May 1, 2022

ACTION PLANS!

 This new month is a new day for your girl, and she's making plans up and down the the line. She's planning to sort through her clothes for keep or toss, check out her remaining storage units for the same, get her bed fixed and clothes closet remodeled, locate someone who can help her master the piano's minor scale, and find a local German class. The latter will probably be the hardest because it involves travel, and, as you know, Fiorella is dependent on lifts from Chariot, Son, and Raquel, who are not always available. Never the less--TALLY HO!

Why the German class? you ask. Because German would be the easiest for her. Her mother had known a bit of German and your girl had taken ein semester of it in college. Also, it's the closest to English (same tree). Later on, of course, she would hope to venture into Russian (three semesters) again. 

In the meantime, Fio will try to start singing again, something she thought she'd closed the door on (throat surgery) years before. But she just now, while the house was empty, she opened up what was left of her vocal chords and bellowed forth. The sound was still there, but unregulated. Maybe, maybe, maybe she could do something with it.

Whether or not she can do anything with the remains of her voice, her spirit is up and running. In fact, as you can tell, Fiorella is high as a kite right now. Remember her Christmas card and wish her well.

(PS: And, as always, Fio will WRITE every day.)