Sorry for running late, but Fiorella has been working hard on writing up her first batch of her own second-hand Christmas cards--the ones she'll be mailing back their senders to let her know she's still alive. It was hard going at first, but all the mail-outs should reach their destinations in a week or so.
The whole family is in turmoil, of course, because what do you do when all the schools, from kindergarten to high school--even through college--are closed, closed, closed. Not much snow to be seen, but that ice is dangerous. Texans aren't prepared weather like this----especially the governor.....
You should see the rose bushes that are up close to the house. They're covered with cruel-looking glass droppings from top to toe that swipe at your cheek as you try to get down the walk to see it there was a newspaper delivery. Your girl never knew that roses could be so cruel.
Sigh....the weather is supposed to clear up sometime tomorrow, just in time for Son L to take Fio over to the hospital so her blood count can be checked out in relation to the heart operation she had last year. Later in the day, your girl and her driver will take a separate voyage to pick up food and whatever extras Fiorella needs--or wants--for the coming week. Girls will be girls....
One of the things Fio wants to pick up is postage stamps, especially she is going to be mailing a fair number of Christmas cards in the next couple of weeks. Pray for Fiorella that this scheme has a happy ending.💔
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