Reporting In for Real

Yesterday was not a good day, but today promises to be better. Fiorella is now huddled on her bed and typing with one finger (as usual) as she eyes the two large bundles of newly washed clothes at the foot of her bed, all of which she'll have to move into the closet by herself despite the fact that she's still using a walker. 

A walker, you say? Yep, because of her knee surgery--and under threat of Son L, your girl has had to drag that wicked contraption everywhere she goes, which can be quite difficult when one is trying to maneuver a bathroom or narrow passageway. It's also irritating because, with one hand on the walker and the other carrying a milk bottle or whatever, Fio has to make extra trips to the kitchen for whatever she is doing.  Oh well, maybe she can use the experience in one of her stories.

 Granddaughter seems to have decided that Grammy is a good playmate because for the past two mornings, she's appeared at Fiorella's bedside with a box of play-toys in hand and we've had a jolly good time of it. (!f you're interested, your girl have been designated as a camel.)

Did Fio tell you that, thanks to the flank of turkey that Son L added to her grocery list the last time he picked up her groceries, she's got a new favorite meat. Steak and chicken are great, but turkey is TREMENDOUS! (How had she forgotten it? Probably because one doesn't think much about it till Thanksgiving.)

Re Queen Elizabeth--more and more, Forella sees her as a  national sacrifice. Think about it--ever since she has 25, her whole life has been dedicated to England et al. Meghan and Harry were right to pursue at least semi-real lives.