DECISIONS!

 Fiorella is a little down again. Her mini-fridge is still out of order so her food is limited. Remember, she has strange eating habbits due to her of her formative years during World War II. 

She's also down because because, as usual. she doesn't have any one to complain to because she can't get the address of the nice Cheriot people who drive her every other week to get her blood drawn. GRRRRR! I want to tip them and their organization!

Your girl walked the entire cul-de-sac, watched a couple of "remote" movies, and composed a note to read to her sister-in-law about her idea for Fio to spend most of her day outside the house. We'll see, we'll see.

Forella has always been an active person, a speaker, a composer, someone who help others and had a good time doing it, and she wants to get real self back!

Wish her well!

 

Thinking Things Over

Your girl has spent the past two hours going through her collections of everything that she's put aside for last week and then some. Whoopee--she's spent less--but she still can't get a certain ringing out of her ear. What is it? Something in her closet? Unfortunately, Son, who knows all, will not be available to Fio this week. DANG!

Fio's maid, who helps her with her groceries, etc., is not available either, her miniature frig isn't working right, and she's at all alone. Not a good picture. Luckily, Fiorella has a bottle of Coke to wet her lips'.....but what can she do tomorrow?

How swiftly Christmastime is coming upon us! Now, if your girl can remember her decorations from time past--like the overheard scripture she managed to pull off last year. But, truth to tell, she'd rather work nearer the ground this year. 

AHA! Fiorella's maid, who drives her wherever she needs to go, just reported in, and she can come on Saturday. WHOOPEEE! 

Looking in the mirror yesterday, Fio suddenly realized one of her eye brows is higher than the other one. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN? CAN EVERYONE ELSE SEE IT TOO?! HOW DOES YOUR GIRL GET THEM STRAIGHTENED OUT?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

BLOOD RUNS WELL, MAMA'S MINK, CHOCOLATE, etc.

 Yea, yea! According to the doctor's office, Fio's blood is running just right! Also she had a good time talking with the young man who was assigned to give her a drive to the blood suckers and another young man who checked her blood out! Hooray for all the nice young men in the world!

 Now if your girl can just replenish her chocolate supply and and get her mini-fridge repaired....

Wearing her mother's mink from a while back, Fiorella tool a full walk on the neighborhood cul-de-sac as the sun went down. It's nice to snuggle down in it every now and then. 

Has Fio told you that she wants to get together or join a nice singing group for Christmas this year? It's four years since she's sung Silent Night or any of the other favorites, and she's lonely for them.

The big white cat is sleeping beside me. She likes me, and has even before we moved into this house, which is odd because Fiorella is more of a dog lover......

INFOR MATION LIFTED FROM PAGES IN AN ANCIENT TABLET

 Fiorella  has  found an old tablet full of comments she should probably get rid of, but not before she pastes some of her former life to the page--like when L and A were both small, and they would observe a reverential silence as we drove down North Lamar Blvd and past "I Dream of Jeanie," a massage parlor. Then one day, I overheard Lee explain to his baby sister. "That's were the television show is being filmed."

My husband called me a mongoose and I corrected him. "NO! I'M A MOMGOOSE!

Have you ever noticed that every woman in the supermarket will turn around when a child calls, even if it's not their own?

Just because people can't give up to our ideals doesn't man we shouldn't have ideals.

When your girl was eight, she decided it was a good age and decided to stay there. 

Some classes intimidated me. They expected the worst out of me....and they got it!

Fio has done so many dumb things in her life, and quite often, she knew as she did them that they were dumb, but in tune with her desire to jump off high heights, she kept on going!

ON and OFF

 Did Fiorella send the check off to the proper place? What if it's a duplicate? Will the receiver note the duplication and apply it to Fio's next bill? Your girl is not good when it comes to numbers....but she's very good at praying!

Tomorrow is Brother's birthday and, the next day, Fiorella will HOPEFULLY be able to pick up a ride to the place where they draw her blood. (Life is hard when you don't have a doctor or whatever on hand or in the family. Brother is a lawyer and Fio is a linguist....or at least, she used to be.)

This is one of the times when your girl really feels the loss of her husband. Why did he have to die?  There's a bit of hope in the air, though. Fio's sister-in-law told her about a place that people in her situation gather during the day. We'll see, we'll see......

What your girl would really like is a gathering with other artists like the city used to sponsor years ago. Any takers? And while Fiorella is dreaming, how about reliable transportation? 

 

 

 

 

UPS and DOWNS

Guess what! Fiorella's brother and his wife treated her to a salmon dinner and we talked over you girl's future. Whoopie!  Fio needed that uplift after her refrigerator somehow unplugged itself overnight and sloshed the carpet.

Your girl is still mourning her failed attempts join a good church. If only she could still drive.....or find someone who remembers her from years back. 

Don't tell anyone, but Fio is thinking about daking up writing again--a romance of course. For those of you who don't know, your girl has published two paperbacks that her mother would have read if she didn't know who wrote them.😁

No, Fiorella didn't work on the large canvas today like she said she would, but she'll get around to it. And by the way, she found out there are a couple of art groups she could join....if she can get a ride to them. When she was a kid, she took buses to places she needed to go to. Are any of them still around?

As your girl wanted to be the perfect parent, she also wanted to be the perfect teacher. She was neither, of course, but the cross-referencing helped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Get Ready to Weep

One day I saw a ghost-child

With eyes of blue

She roamed around the garden wild

As little children do

     She moved along the flower bed

     Caressing every tree

     Following the path that led

     To the billowing sea

She was scarcely eight years old

With seawead in her hair

Her clothes were  of ocean mold

And tattered with wear

    She walked along the sandy beach

Where the garden's end began  

And the fingers of the ocean reach

Toward the bordering land

     Then she walked into the sea 

    When she went so long ago 

     Before she went, she waved at me--

     Long and slow

 She walked unto the ocean deep

Where the other children are

Where they sleep their eternal sleeo

Beyond the bar 

     She disappeared into the foam

    That lashed into the foam--

    That lashed the shore so wild

    She had  seen what had been her home

    When she was my child      (1956)

Nuggets

 Well! So far, your girl has cancelled the wrong doctor and maybe swallowed the wrong pill. Now, onward to her brother's birthday party to see what other mess she can create. After all, my tablet is a wreck of red pens.  Fio is especially excited today, because she going to stay overnight with daughter's family and their baby, who is getting older by the moment. 

Meanwhile, George the Cat has settled down next to Fiorella on her bed, first looking out the window, then sending a glaring look up to Fio in a way that means he hasn't been petted enough. She's also pondering the blood draw that she had to postpone till Monday.

Fiorella is also starting on her bedroom and maybe she'll find one of her old stories that she can turn into a children's book. Maybe, maybe, maybe......what the heck! Anyone can dream!

Thought you might like to read some more of my sweeter poems from a while back:

       I know that Gold is Spanish

      And here's the reason why 

      Wih sun warmth just departed

      And night cool drawing nigh

      He places a back mantilla

      Of lace o'er the waiting sky

                           *

      In golden shoes my feet are tiny

      In golden net my hair is long

      In golden book, my words are shiny

      My poems become a golden song

                          *

       I stumble, I falter, I fall

       Before the race is done:

       My heart, my joy, my like is in

       The glory of the run

                       *

                    Survivor

      My heart is like a little boat

     That sails upon the sea

     Rocked by waves and ocean float

     Swamped by adversity 

      But still the stanched little boat

     That ever sailed the sea

 

( know... I've got to get the all in a book!)

 

Christmas Plans and Turkey Speculations

 It's near enough to Christmas that Fiorella is remembering all the things she's done or tried to do and not gotten any recognition for: her niceness, her helpfulness, her forgiveness, her poetry and compositions, her patience and encouragement, her everlasting love, no matter what. But Fio being Fio, she will again write a meaningful poem that few will read or understand and will spread out what girfts are expected. If only there were a way for Fiorella to develop friends, to talk to them, to exchange ideas and adventures. She tried her church, but it's way across town and, remember, Fio can't drive any more.

Friend Paula called a half an hour or so after Fio wrote the complaint above, and it brightened your girl's day. We had both been college teachers, although she had gone further up the ladder than Fiorella, but college teaching is treacherous--you never know when you'll be let go, as we both found out --but what the heck--we survived.

After talking to her friend, Fiorella got melancholy for Christmas decor--yes, your girl has made decorations for almost all the holidays but Thanksgiving, which doesn't count because she can't doesn't have the material and buckles to make the hats.

Come to think of it, are there any turkey songs?

 

 

 

MOVING UPWARD, BUT WITH SOME TO GO

 Fiorella is at her wits's end. The doctor didn't give her good directions on his change with the scary red pills, Son brought home a bag of pills from the pharmacy that were for her, but which she has never seen before.  Eeen, meenie, minee, mino....... and Fio can't get to the doctor's office till next week if ever, because Son is heading off to a new job.

WHY, OH WHY, HAS GOD REMOVED FIORELLA'S SIGHT FOR DRIVING!

Fio is sure someone could laugh at all the mistakes, etc,. but your girl is working with NOW!

That's all for today. Hope to be more organized tomorrow. Would LOVE to have friends or a nice big dog beside me.MOVING

Difficulties

 HELLO! FIORELLA IS BACK!

The Texas family gathered together again-- Son L and his wife and daughter, Daughter and her husband and son, and Fio. (Hoping that some day K and his wife will join us, but currently, there are problems on both sides.

Your girl is still not in good shape and she's lost her reserve glasses--hoping not at the restaurant which always makes Fio cry because her late husband and she would go their quite often when they were in college.

Today is a loser: too wet and cold to walk the cul-de-sak, which means all Fiorella can do is (1)stay inside and screw up on the piano or (2) watch another TV show about Kennedy and/or Lyndon Johnson. 

Maybe Fio should start painting again. She's begged off the 4x5 for about a month. Don't ask your girl why--just because she didn't feel like it.

 

 

 

OUT OF TOWN, WILL RETURN ON 19th

 OUT OF TOWN, WILL RETURN ON 19th

Fio is taking another day off. She has a bad nose and needs time to feel sorry for herself.

 

 Fiorella is taking a day off.....

Running Out of Things to say

 Not sure that your girl will come out with a message thus evening. She's been taken hither and thither, both reality-wise and mentally. 

First of all, the good: she tried out her new hair curler and it worked! Also, she made two trips to the mail box today without sweating--although, of course, some of it was due to the weather. 

Now the nervous: Don't tell anyone, but Fio is thinking of taking some of her old scribbles out of storage and seeing if she can get anyone interested in them. Yes, your girl has been writing almost since the day she was born and has even managed to get herself published.....but she thinks she can do better. 

The first book is somewhat modeled after the smallish Texas town she grew up in, and the second one has a lot of Fiorella's college days in it, although your girl was more studious than glamorous (SIGH......)

This is a dull show so Fio will try to dig up more interesting material tomorrow. 💗

 

 

 

 

COMPLAINTS AGAIN

 Fiorella is still alive so she must not have swallowed the wrong pill, and when Son L drove her to her doctor's quarters this afternoon, her nurse ACTUALLY TOLD HER TO CUT HER WARFARIN (a very nasty pill) IN TWO so she will be just swallowing HALF of it each day. Whoopee! Your girl is making progress! Now, if she can just attract a friend....whose still driving.

Fio's been flirting with the idea of finishing off that third romance novel that she started on about five years ago. Maybe she can also rewrite her published books under a new name. Don't tell!

Walgreens called your girl about some pills that she supposedly ordered way back, and Fio will go over there and see if they are any of her current catalogue, but this is the second time around and she's getting suspicious.

Your girl has written so many poems and stories, and even had some of them published, but what she wants is for ALL of them to be published. Any ideas how to do it?  HELP! She doesn't want to end up in the trash bin!

Did Fiorella ever tell you that she had four years of Latin in Waco, Texas? 

Anyone else out there remember Miss Osborne?

 

 

 

 

 

This Is A Short One Because Fio May Have Swallowed the WRONG PILL!

 Uh-oh----Son's little dogs are using your girl's bedroom floor as a bathroom, but guest what? Son and his wife took care of the situation lickity split the second that Fio reported it. (Do you think Fiorella could hire them out?)

Otherwise, it's been a bad day for your girl--overcast, only one person to wave to during her walk, worrying about getting someone drive her over to the Doctor's office to get her blood test taken, etc. IF ONLY FIORELLA COULD DRIVE LIKE SHE USED TO-----or at least have a chauffeur.

For some reason she knows not of, your girl hasn't marked whether or not she's taken her red pill--THE pill that controls everything. Ah well, Fio's visiting the doctor tomorrow and he'll put her in good shapr

Fiorella can only watch The First Wives for a certain number of number of times without switching off the remote, and now she's has met her match, so what can she do till then, but worry about the red pill?

 Oh crap! NOW SHE TASTES IT!!

As your girl often says, PRAY FOR ME!

 

 

 

 

STILL A LITTLE WOBBLE

 Fiorella had a hard time this morning. The driver, whom she had thought would take her to church and guide her through the service, didn't show--despite your girl getting nicely dressed up and putting a healthy check inside her purse.  

Maybe it was because Fio hadn't had church clothes on the first time around, or maybe it was because your girl had been away from the hymns/music so long that she couldn't remember it all.  Whatever, her church-appointed driver told Fio that she would drive your girl to church every fourth Sunday. 

But the woman didn't even appear....and Fiorella, who'd been eagerly antisipating rejoining the congregation, slipped down on her own wet grass and jarred her head. 

Luckily, a neighbor driving slowly down the street, saw your girl wavering, and escorted her to her own home where she and her daughter gave Fio water and encouraged her to rest a little and tell all.

Fiorella is still a bit battered and will tread lightly from now own when the lawn is wet. She'll also give a special thank-you to God and her own lovely and alert neighbors.

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Your girl hopes she herself will have a bigger bedroom sooner or later. The only time she's had a room this small was when she and her roommate, Mary Ann, shared their fresh year in the Littlefield Dorm at the University of Texas. (Is the dorm still there?)

For some reason or other, Fio keeps putting off working on her big 4x5 foot painting of the family, but she'll take care of it some time or other.

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WARNING FOR CHRISTMAS!

Guess whose gathering together as much of her Christmas poetry, songs, pictures, etc., from years past as possible!

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One of Fiorella's Best Poems

 Fiorella is getting nostalgia.....

Love Endures

                         LOVE ENDURES

 How long lasts love? Past tomorrows  dawn?

Past hurt and anger, betrayal, desertion, death? 

This weakness of the heart--will it be strong

Enough to last the years, yet be weak yet?

Love ripens in the lusty sun of youth

And is consumed, but blossoms ever-sweet

To be the springtime baby's first spooned fruit,

The sustenance of summer, winter's treat--

The music of the song survives the singer

And echos of itself divinity;

Thus Love and Beauty, Truth, and Courage linger

Long past their actors in eternity...

     How long lasts love? My love is yours

     As long as Love endures; yes, love endures

                                                            1986

 

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A DULL THIS AND A DULL THAT

 Getting nervous! Tomorrow is the fourth Sunday, the day that Fiorella is supposed to be picked up for church every month, and your girl felt very out of place the last month, the first time she went. She'd thought that somehow she'd get in touch with someone she knew from long ago, but she didn't.

Otherwise, Fio wants to contact someone who can look at her continually runny nose and croaky throat. Yes, your girl is always complaining about them, but no doctor has given her anything but a bottle of Zyrtecs. GRRRRR....

Fiorella walked the cul-de-sac TWICE today. Nothing like boredom to get her muscles working. (She's already watched First Wives Club twice over, and will probably watch it a couple of times more before bedtime. )

One thing Fio would really like to do is work on her languages, and she did attempt to a couple years ago, but with out transportation, she had to try an on-line program.....and she couldn't follow it.

That's all for today, but your girl will try to be more interesting as time marches on.

 

MOVE ON, FIORELLA! YOU NEED TO SAVE THE WORLD!

 Is Fiorella bored? YES! She has no one to talk to, and as you can tell from her blog, she likes to keep in touch with people, and talk, talk, talk. She would also like to go out places more now that Covid is pretty much over and she's recently gotten another shot. And then there are the telephone--that no one but annoying solicitars seem to use. GRRRR....

The weather is fairly cold today and your girl was quite pleased that she had to wear a jacket--a lite one, but it served its purpose. Interestingly, the Halloween decorations of "bloody" hands splashed across the part of the house are still in bloom. Your girl has watched NAME at least ten times. What else can she do? 

Fiorella is still pondering what to wear to church this Sunday. She has one dress from times-gone-by in her closet, but no matching shoes. (Because she hasn't been able to attend church for a long time, she's hasn't kept up with the "styles.")

Hey, hey, hey.....your girl just got back from buying her weekly provisions, mostly sliced turkey, milk, fruit, chocolate, and whatever catches her eye. What Fio likes most about the excursion is seeing all the cute little babies and children. Fiorella would have loved to have more children, but it wasn't in the cards.

Right now, your girl is sort of hanging loose. She wants to move on, but doesn't know how or where to go to.  One thing she does know though is that she wants to work within her four talents: art, music, languages, and literature. WHOOPEE!

OOOPS! FIO FORGOT TO POST!

 

Short Stories

Fiorella can't think of anything to say today except that she's started playing the piano again...or is it playing WITH the piano again, poor thing. That piano deserves better than your girl can give it.

Fio wore her dad's Osceola High School T-shirt today, although she has never been an athlete--but her father was. Your girl took after her mother, the scholar.

The big, white, beautiful family cat has opened Fio's bedroom door, leaped up onto the bed and cuddled against your girl's warmth, which is strange because Fiorella has never fed him. Hmm...maybe he's half dog.

Now that Halloween is past, your girl will be lugging out all her homemade decorations for Thanksgiving. and Christmas. Try it, you'll like it. (By the way, has Fio told you that turkey is her favorite meat?)

Fiorella has been having a bad time lately, but there's always tomorrow.....maybe.

 

REMEMBER THIS POEM?

 George, the big white cat, likes to sneak into your girl's bedroom, lick her nose, then snuggle into her lap and purr like rumbling train. Unfortunately, he also likes to dig his claws semi-lightly into her legs.

Fiorella has just discovered a pack of Christmas poems she wrote a while back that will probably find its way to to Fio's holiday greetings during "the season." (As an aside, does anyone know how to get the attention of some card manufacturers?)

In fact, your girl is getting tired of turning out top quality products and not being noticed. Come to think of it, the situation was often the same when she was teaching. What counted was contacts.

Alone

So many know my name and yet so few

Know me; I'm more and less than what I seem 

To be, called friend by money people who

Know me as I know night by chance moonbeam.

Chameleon-like, I change my psychic skin

 Depending whom I'm with and what the day,

Unending fitting, never fitting in,

Amending how I look and what I say...

Unclothed and mute, inside myself I know

My soul complete, its multiplicity

A whole; but outside actor-like I show

The role I choose, or fate assigns to me....

And as no one can know my entity,

I know no one, but only simile  (1990)

CLIPS FROM TIMES PAST

How about an oldie but a goodie?

Motherhood had has given me a great deal of poise. Nothing can happen to me in public that something worse hasn't happened to me at home--- although I did get a little uneasy several years ago when we were in Safeway and my eldest questioned me about exactly how the sperm got to the egg.

When my eldest was an "only," I scrubbed his sneakers daily before he went to pre-school. My second and third, just nineteen months apart in age, were lucky if we could even find their sneakers.

My mother and I are at different stages in our lives. She stops at an exclusive dress shop in Salado on her way to Dallas..I stop in Abbot and buy turkey wings.

When I was a kid, my other used to drag me around from store to store and I hated it. Now my nine-year old Daughter drags me around from store to store and I still hate it. I think shopping slips a generation.

My teenager is growing up. With a patronizing smile he now passes all the cereal premiums on to his younger siblings (except the really good ones, of course.)

I think my middle child has lost a pen pal. His letter containing "Garbage Pail" cards crossed his Polish pen pal's letter containing pictures of local saints.

Sometimes I get so disheartened: 

     We bought a VCR so the kids wouldn't fight over television programs-- so now, they're fighting over       VCR tapes. 

      My husband gave me a lovely Valentine's bouquet and the cat ate it the next day.

      I overheard my teenager warning his sixth-grade brother to learn to fight so he'll be able to survive    junior high next year.

      On the other hand, my teenager seems to be turning into a safe, careful driver despite my worst worries.

       My daughter and I carried a styrofoam Saturn to school without losing a single ring, and my younger son told his class that the people he admires most are his family because, "When they try, they keep on trying."

SLUGGING ALONG....

 Fio probably got yesterday's message all garbled, and she may be somewhat garbled today because she's still somewhere in yesteryear, although the white cat that loves her is doing his best to drag her back into realty.  After all, your girl has to prepare herself for tomorrow's blood check-up--which may not be too great because Fiorella has skipped a couple of check-ups because she didn't know how to work a cell-phone. (Don't laugh. You know that Fio is charming rather than mechanical.)😞😞

If only there were a nice lady in the neighborhood who would take Fiorella under her wing, but all the women in her area either work in town or stay inside or in the backyard. 

Just noticed that we're the only house on the block with its Halloween decorations still up....including the remains of the bloody hands reaching out the window. Is this a contest?

Fio is very lonely today. Everything is so silent, and she can only watch First Wives Club a certain number of times over before going stark raving mad!

Took a walk around the cul-de-sac and noticed that the white truck which is always sitting off the side of the road down by the highway as if waiting for service wasn't there today. Should your girl call the police?

German: Here's an easy one for you:      Gold

               Be sure to get a hard back on it!

 

REMEMBRANCE OF BAD TIMES

 Yes, Fiorella is crying buckets....a lot about the anniversary's of John Kennedy's death and a little about the loss of Sears. Your college girl, who was working part-time at the retail giant at the time, had been granted an early time off to join her husband's high-class family at the dinner being given for the President and, of course, Lyndon Johnson, who owned the radio station that Husband's father worked for and everyone in the town, city, round-about listened to.

Every one in Sears was all excited two, and one of the TVs (for sale) from downstairs had been  lugged upstairs so the more elite upstairs crew could see the President of the United States gliding down the street in a topless limousine, but, as Fio remembers, all we saw was a car swarming with policemen.

The President of the United States had been killed before Fiorella  had a chance to sit at the table near him or even shake his hand, and your girl will never forget the scene. 

 

Later, of course, I did get to shake President Johnson's hand and even Ladybird's, but I can't remember the situation.

That's all for today......

 

 

KNOCKING AROUND....

 Oops, Fiorella missed a day.  She's been having a hard time keeping track of everything lately. The Halloween capers have cut deep and she's not sure what path would be best for her to take. Strangely, her fingernails have been breaking too.

The basic problem, of course, is that she doesn't have anyone to talk to. She lives in silence now and there's nothing she can do about it.

Can anyone give Fio the name of a good foot doctor in Austin, Texas? Your girl's left foot is failing and the set Fio brought with her from Georgetown four years ago has disappeared....and probably wouldn't fit her anymore anyway.

Well, the good news is that the weather is nice now. The boiling hot days of summer and their leftovers are pretty much off the radar. BUT WHAT CAN FIORELLA TO DO PASS THE TIME AND ENTERTAIN HERSELF?

Jingle Jangle--Having Fun

In days of yore

I was five-foot four

Now I'm five-foot two

What are you?

 

As a child, Fio was usually the tallest girl in the class, but in junior high, the other girls started to catch up with her so that by high school, she was average--and now she is a wisp--someone who has to stand on a crate to reach the top drawer. Ah, well....at least she can still do her own laundry, walk the local cul-de-sac daily, and write, write, write.

Christmas is a-comin' in, which, for your girl, means  she has to whip up a meaningful card and, in due course, a clever card. But does she really have anyone to send them to now? 

Why, oh why, are there horrible people like Vladamir Putin in the world? Is is nature's way of slowing down the warming  of the planet?

 Just found out the exact breed of the big white cat that (when there isn't any food around) visits me in my room. It's a Birman. 😀

(In German, a cat is a Katze.)

 

TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH MYSELF !

 Did you miss Fiorella last night? She was off with the family trick-or-treating, but it was a hard job at first because Sun L didn't want her to accompany them and made her sit in a sort of a baby carriage that he pulled. But the conveyance  was too small for your girl and she wiggled out of it and walked, walked, walked the rest of the time. 

Fiorella has spent most of today packing away her Halloween regalia--the cut-out bats, the stapled moons, etc., but she's a little leery of the big bloudy hands that daughter-in-law has attached across the front room.

All ended well for your girl. She ran into a woman with a big black dog that she had met a while back when she (the woman) just beginning the training the dog...and she was still training him, but Fio got to pat him and tell him what a good boy he was this time around.

Son just walked in and handed Fiorella another handful of envelopes from solicitars--it's that time of the year, but Fiorella has already contributed to her favorites.

 HOW FIO MISSES HER SONIA DOG.....and every dog she has ever had from Fuzzy on up...but mostly the big ones because they cuddle.

 (By the way, remember, dog is Hund in German.)