Quickie

Looking back, Fio doesn't understand why so few people came to her father's funeral.  He went to all of theirs.

Nice to Be Noticed

Fiorella almost picked up an extra job yesterday.  Dressed in her best black and white, she had driven up to Belton to attend the funeral of Friend Paula's father, and on the way out, noticed that the funeral home lady standing near the door was also dressed in black and white.

"Looks like I should be working here," Fio said, indicating her own attire.

The funeral lady's eyes brightened. "Oh, do you need a job?  I'm looking for someone--we could go back to the office--"

"I live in Georgetown," Fio said, trying to get out of the situation tactfully.

But the lady's enthusiasm did not abate.  "That's okay!"

Nothing to do but beat a quick retreat. In so solemn a setting, it didn't seem appropriate for Fiorella to say she spent all her time writing lurid romance novels.

Chocodiction

Fiorella just couldn't get going last Friday morning.  Instead of starting in on her never-ending list, she whined to herself about her lack of energy.  The light bulb appeared above her head--get yourself some chocolate, girl!  Half a bag of candy kisses later, she was whizzing around the house cleaning up the kitchen, practicing piano, taking care of the laundry room, and doing some work on the taxes.  She ended the evening by going out at dusk and lopping off some of the cedar limbs that had prohibited the propane people from coming down the drive the previous week.

The chocolate glow lasted through Saturday, when Fio and Husband took Sonia off for a mastiff meet-up in a nearby town, Fio attended the funeral of the husband of a friend of hers, and Nephew Barrett and his lovely wife stopped by for a visit. Since then, her energy level has been going down, down, down.

Time for another infusion of instant energy, donchya think?