Despite Fiorella's final words yesterday, she's still down in the dumps. Not only has her golden opportunity fallen to the floor, but she's realized that the whole Senior Activity Center thing is a sham. Yep, your girl is totally on her own.
So, what does she do now? Fold up her easel and walk door to door, hoping to rev up some business snapping photos of people's children and turning them into charming paintings? Fat chance--paintings aren't as popular as they were when Fio was in her heyday and every other vacant lot hosted a sale of one kind or another.
Well, how about music? Unfortunately, Fiorella's best chance of getting in back on that scene is through a church, but her own church is way across town and--remember--she has no reliable transportation. Also, she 't can't play the piano any more because of the stupid carpal tunnel, her singing voice isn't what it used to be, and she would need a class or two to reawaken her dormant compositional skills.
How about those language skill Fio played with in high school and college--Latin, German, Russian, French, Telugu--and the Spanish she was trying to teach herself via Television a while back? Don't they come in useful. No, they don't, because, as any linguist knows, "if you don't use them, you loose them," and your girl has had ample opportunity to do just that.
Good news: the people at physical therapy studio Fiorella frequents twice a week because of her stupid knee tested and measured Fiorella today, and, half-way through their program, they said she's coming along well. Or, it just might be that the are saying nice things so they can keep her as a client as long as possible....
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