Fiorella's HALL-O-WEEN design turned out well so she attached it to the screen of the front door to welcome visitors. Hmm...maybe next year, she could make an even bigger version of it. Wahoo!
Son L just presented Fio with a gorgeous gold and ruby-red throw to warm her tootsies, but she's unsure of the message because he and his wife have already given her two other of the same, but with different patterns on them. Hmm...
Your girl, whom you'll remember is recovering from a disastrous knee surgery and has been taking short walks down the street to the mailbox without her cane, is now proud to announce that she added an extra block to her journey today. Yep, she'll be in the Olympics before you know it!
When it came to moving from her old home, Fiorella thought long and hard about whether she should take her piano, a small electronic model that was the worse for wear and could only play in one of its voices instead of the four others for whom it was built. In the end, your girl figured that if a bedraggled little piano could lived this long, she herself should still have enough pep left in her that she could start playing again. And, as it turned out, she did. THANK YOU, GOD!
Did Fio tell you that she is moving into the next stage of her recovery? She plans to sell some things and be more herself--more creative, decisive, confident, and productive. HI-Y0 SILVER AND AWAY!
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