Yesterday, Fiorella woke up smiling because she was only five days away from the eye exam she had waited for so long, the exam she had run back forth about to make sure everything was in order--that she'd contacted Cheriot seven days ahead as directed for transportation, that Son would be able to pick her up after the exam and drive her to the hospital to get her blood drawn. Happiness reigned supreme. But by the end of the day, she was sobbing. The exam had been cancelled by a rough, ignorant voice that explained nothing. All your girl's planning and praying was for nothing.
This is what life is like when one is a second-class citizen.
*************************************************************************************** Fiorella was going through some photos of herself and her ladies for the "Little Red Ridinghood" mini-operetta she composed so many years ago and decided to hang them up (the photos, not the ladies) in the hall to remind herself of what she has done and what she can do. And maybe, when she's settled in more, she'll be able to reproduces--if she can find the score, she hope.
Right now, though, Fio is going to be concentrating on losing thirty pounds of weight. She wondered why all those shirts and tops seemed so tight on her....
Excuse me, but now is the time for Fiorella to drop everything else and take a twirl of her baton up the street to the cul-de-ac, then home again. (It's really a crimson color cane left over from her knee injury, but your girl likes to think of it as a baton like the one she twirled in the second grade in Ohio so many years ago.)
It must really be a Texas spring because the weather is warming up fast and a cadre of pre-school mothers were talking back and forth to one another in the middle of the street.😍
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