Helpers

Fiorella loves people who help her, like the man at HEB who got the leche down from the top shelf in the dairy case for her yesterday and the checker who taught her the Spanish word for "bag"--bolsa. Like Patrick at Click Computer Repair, who unfroze her computadora and put an icon on its desktop so Fio could do the job herself in the future. Like our Chase Bank person who listened to Fio babble on about Husband's hospital stays and comforted her.

God is good. People are good. All will be well.

Warrior!

You  can come out of your bomb shelter now. Fiorella is at semi-peace again.  She took her laptop to Click, where Patrick, despite working on it for about twenty minutes, couldn't get the "send" file unclogged and had to give her a reference to someone else.  But when she got home and opened up her computer again, everything was A-OK.  Apparently Patrick had fixed the problem, and a fresh boot-up was all that was needed to finish off the job.  Yea!

Now to conquer her other electronic problems.  And to ace that interview she intends to have with the American Statesman book reviewer.

Be strong, Fio.  Remember that BuzzFeed said you are a warrior!

Same Ol', Same Ol'

No matter what kind of specs he puts on
Perry's day has come and gone.
Dewhurst is icky and Patrick's a fluke
Abbot's a pawn, and Cruz is a kook.
Wendy Davis doesn't float my boat
But Leticia VandePutte gets my vote.
It's politics as usual down Texas way
Nothing new on the horizon today.