Fio's world is beginning to look up, but she still has a way to go. Being incarcerated for a week or two (one also loses track of time) with no one to talk to or listen to does things to scramble the the brain--never knew that was part of getting knee surgery. Thank goodness Son L and tribe came galloping to the rescue.
Of course, Fiorella is still not yet in full bloom. The knee seems to be improving, but not as quickly as she would like. Hobbling around on one foot is not her preferred way of travel, but hopefully, your girl will be able to score a small wheel chair sometime soon.
In the meantime, Son L has loaded Fio's bedside with chocolate and an occasional CocaCola, and, above the bureau facing her bed, hangs a TV which informs her about everything horrible that's going on in the world--no wonder she can't sleep nights! (Not that she doesn't want to know what is happening, but she does wish we would all be kinder to each other.)
Ah, it feels so good to loll on her bed with a computer half-balanced on one of her legs, but Fiorela's world will feel even better--in fact, it will radiate--when she meets her new grandson, just born this morning. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!
THIS BLOG IS BEING PUBLISHED ON JULY 6TH.
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