It's like Fiorella keeps trying to push foreward and everything around her is pushing back, like the red page that has flared up on her Mac screen which she can't get rid of because she doesn't know Apple's version of control-alt-delete.
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And like getting yet another email fom stupid Ameritrade saying she hadn't filled out out the information form to transfer ownership of Husband's stocks to her when she'd already done it TWICE. After a tense conversation with two of A's trouble-shooters, she was told all was well, the stocks had sold, and they would mail her the check as soon as she sent them a specifically-worded letter and a photo of her driver's license. Fio dutifully took a picture of her license with her cell phone, then realized she had no idea how to print it out. And Son and his wife were on the road home.
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Also, Fio's left upper arm is swollen a little from the shingles shot she had a week ago. The literature said that might happen, but this is the first time yours truly has ever had a reaction from a shot.
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Fio hopes the message she posted last night in her continuing crusade again Trump's imprisonment of The Children will move her readers as much as it does her: Why do I write about The Children every day? Because I'm remembering The Children who were gassed and burned at Auschwitz.
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Pray for Fiorella. She's discovered that the drive-in grocery where she fills up her gas tanks carries Moonpies, and if you don't know what they are and are trying to lose weight, don't ask.
Friday, June 7, 2019
Thursday, June 6, 2019
From Trump to Friendship
Fiorella is sick at the heart about Trump's visit to England, accompanied by family and entourage and financed by our tax dollars. Word is that he's also going to stay at his failing golf course in Ireland for a while to drum up business. Nothing like a president who puts his personal interests in front of the interests of the nation.
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Your girl is coming closer and closer to picking up the pen (i.e., hitting the keyboard) again. She also wants to pick up and pencil (i.e., pick up the pencil) and sketch again--which of course, will lead to painting again. In the meantime, she's still decluttering the house, fighting the good fight with the country commissioners, and growling at her Mac's underlining "decluttering" with red dots again.
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Son and his wife will be heading back to Minnesota this morning, and Fiorella will miss them. They have been wonderful about helping Fio with everything from electronics to her feud with the county commissioners to selling unwanted items to actually cleaning out of areas in the house. And no, you can't have them--they're Fiorella's and not up for grabs!
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The house will seem empty when they are gone, but Sonia Dog is always by Fiorella's side, and Fio has good neighbors. In fact, her neighbor to the south is going to walk the north boundary with her next weekend and advise her about what to do regarding the wash-out.
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Did Fiorella tell you she has made friends with the guy whose crew cut down the oak along her dry creek yesterday? Turns out his wife writes romances--or maybe he just told Fio that to get into her good graces.
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Your girl is coming closer and closer to picking up the pen (i.e., hitting the keyboard) again. She also wants to pick up and pencil (i.e., pick up the pencil) and sketch again--which of course, will lead to painting again. In the meantime, she's still decluttering the house, fighting the good fight with the country commissioners, and growling at her Mac's underlining "decluttering" with red dots again.
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Son and his wife will be heading back to Minnesota this morning, and Fiorella will miss them. They have been wonderful about helping Fio with everything from electronics to her feud with the county commissioners to selling unwanted items to actually cleaning out of areas in the house. And no, you can't have them--they're Fiorella's and not up for grabs!
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The house will seem empty when they are gone, but Sonia Dog is always by Fiorella's side, and Fio has good neighbors. In fact, her neighbor to the south is going to walk the north boundary with her next weekend and advise her about what to do regarding the wash-out.
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Did Fiorella tell you she has made friends with the guy whose crew cut down the oak along her dry creek yesterday? Turns out his wife writes romances--or maybe he just told Fio that to get into her good graces.
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Wmson County Will LIE to YOU!
Hey-ho, whaddya know? Fio knows the Williamson County commissioners can't be trusted. Remember when she told you she'd trotted off to a law office and signed a paper saying the county could work on the culvert on her property? Remember when she was told--and it was written on the page that she signed--that only two trees would have to come down, and they were both cedars?
Well, somehow, that news never got around to the destruction crew, who showed up bright and early Tuesday morning and began chain-sawing. Fiorella could hear them from inside the house and planned to go out later and watch the progress, but was out of the house in a second when Elder son and wife came in from a trip to the grocery store and said the crew had taken down at least one oak and was starting on another.
Fueled by anger, she strode down the road to the dip, yelled "STOP!" in her most authoritive teacher voice, then, spotting the guy in charge, made a full arm gesture and commanded "COME HERE!" By then, Son, who is 6'3" and heavy built, had joined her, standing slightly behind her and to the side like a bodyguard and glaring at the crew. Remember, he had been with Fiorella when she signed the paper and was assured that only two cedars.... yada, yada, yada.
The man in charge of the crew called in and work, the county sent out THE GUY WHO HAD DRAWN UP THE CONTRACT and another man to apologize and bargain with Fio. They promised to cut up the fallen oak into firewood for her and deliver it to her doorstep, also to send out an arborist to try to heal the second oak, and not to cut the woods back any further than originally planned. Fiorella is also getting a load of wood chips.
But she's still angry. She was suckered and betrayed, and she'll spread the word fall and wide. If they screwed her over, they'll do it to everyone else too!
Well, somehow, that news never got around to the destruction crew, who showed up bright and early Tuesday morning and began chain-sawing. Fiorella could hear them from inside the house and planned to go out later and watch the progress, but was out of the house in a second when Elder son and wife came in from a trip to the grocery store and said the crew had taken down at least one oak and was starting on another.
Fueled by anger, she strode down the road to the dip, yelled "STOP!" in her most authoritive teacher voice, then, spotting the guy in charge, made a full arm gesture and commanded "COME HERE!" By then, Son, who is 6'3" and heavy built, had joined her, standing slightly behind her and to the side like a bodyguard and glaring at the crew. Remember, he had been with Fiorella when she signed the paper and was assured that only two cedars.... yada, yada, yada.
The man in charge of the crew called in and work, the county sent out THE GUY WHO HAD DRAWN UP THE CONTRACT and another man to apologize and bargain with Fio. They promised to cut up the fallen oak into firewood for her and deliver it to her doorstep, also to send out an arborist to try to heal the second oak, and not to cut the woods back any further than originally planned. Fiorella is also getting a load of wood chips.
But she's still angry. She was suckered and betrayed, and she'll spread the word fall and wide. If they screwed her over, they'll do it to everyone else too!
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
From Mowers to Politics
Hooray--the riding lawn mower finally sold--for exactly the same amount of money Fio had to put into it to make it salable. Oh, well, it's out of the garage now. Elder son has been great about putting things up for sale and handing the take over to Fio. And on the side, he's repaired everything repairable.
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Don't tell anybody, but Fiorella is going to sneak down to Target this afternoon to buy two pairs of tennies--blue and white--to go with her summer ensembles, which are mostly shorts and T-shirts. She'll also drop by H-E-B to pick up some apples and grapes, and maybe make a detour to the only store in town that carries Moonpies.
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Just to get herself in the mood, Fio's been skimming old romances lately, the ones that inspired her to write her own books, and she'll probably haul into that third Bosque Bend book after Son and his wife head off to Minnesota. That was the one that got sabotaged by her PC not allowing her to revise, a quirk Fio hopes to avoid by writing on her new Mac. Wish her well!
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Fiorella had an interesting go-around with AT&T yesterday when she called to get the street address of the company because they had not included it with her bill. The guy on the other end of the line couldn't understand what she was asking for and kept trying to get her to pay on line--AND HE'D EVEN WAVER THE FIVE-DOLLAR CHARGE FOR HER! The hell your Fio was paying five bucks extra on a bill that had just arrived in the mail the day before so she went round and round with Dumbo until he finally coughed up the address. Mission accomplished.
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Two of Fiorella's friends are running for office this year and Fio wants to support them. She's thinking of designing badges like the DUMP TRUMP one she always wears and passing them out to all and sundry.
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Don't tell anybody, but Fiorella is going to sneak down to Target this afternoon to buy two pairs of tennies--blue and white--to go with her summer ensembles, which are mostly shorts and T-shirts. She'll also drop by H-E-B to pick up some apples and grapes, and maybe make a detour to the only store in town that carries Moonpies.
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Just to get herself in the mood, Fio's been skimming old romances lately, the ones that inspired her to write her own books, and she'll probably haul into that third Bosque Bend book after Son and his wife head off to Minnesota. That was the one that got sabotaged by her PC not allowing her to revise, a quirk Fio hopes to avoid by writing on her new Mac. Wish her well!
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Fiorella had an interesting go-around with AT&T yesterday when she called to get the street address of the company because they had not included it with her bill. The guy on the other end of the line couldn't understand what she was asking for and kept trying to get her to pay on line--AND HE'D EVEN WAVER THE FIVE-DOLLAR CHARGE FOR HER! The hell your Fio was paying five bucks extra on a bill that had just arrived in the mail the day before so she went round and round with Dumbo until he finally coughed up the address. Mission accomplished.
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Two of Fiorella's friends are running for office this year and Fio wants to support them. She's thinking of designing badges like the DUMP TRUMP one she always wears and passing them out to all and sundry.
Monday, June 3, 2019
From Passion to Memes
Fio's been sounding off lately. You can only push a girl so far before she explodes. and she did--all over Facebook and her blog. Not that it will have any immediate effect, but if she can empassion just one person and that person can empassion others, maybe a fire will sweep the country clean again.
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Meanwhile Fiorella is in something of a quandary because she left her lista amarilla at Bastrop son's house during her visit yesterday. Nevertheless, she was able to keep herself busy the rest of the day, and she'll get la lista back on Tuesday.
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The weather was terribly warm, humid, and still yesterday when Fio and Minnesota daughter-in-law set everything out to plant caladiums in the urns in front the the house so they decided to wait till today to do the deed. B whilt Fio napped in the evening, sweet D-in-L went out and did the deed herself, which Fio is very grateful for.
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Annoyingly, the Mac is trying to tell Fio that "empassion" is not a word (Fio doesn't care), and that she misspelled "caladiums" (which she didn't.) It is also underlining Fiorella, Fio, and anything in espanol in red dots, all of which is probably why Fiorella hasn't given this computer a cute name yet.
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Fio, who's been trying to nip inaccurate FB memes in the bud lately, has started a collection of fact-checked notes to hurl onto the screen before too much damage is done. There's nothing like the truth to combat a lie.
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Meanwhile Fiorella is in something of a quandary because she left her lista amarilla at Bastrop son's house during her visit yesterday. Nevertheless, she was able to keep herself busy the rest of the day, and she'll get la lista back on Tuesday.
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The weather was terribly warm, humid, and still yesterday when Fio and Minnesota daughter-in-law set everything out to plant caladiums in the urns in front the the house so they decided to wait till today to do the deed. B whilt Fio napped in the evening, sweet D-in-L went out and did the deed herself, which Fio is very grateful for.
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Annoyingly, the Mac is trying to tell Fio that "empassion" is not a word (Fio doesn't care), and that she misspelled "caladiums" (which she didn't.) It is also underlining Fiorella, Fio, and anything in espanol in red dots, all of which is probably why Fiorella hasn't given this computer a cute name yet.
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Fio, who's been trying to nip inaccurate FB memes in the bud lately, has started a collection of fact-checked notes to hurl onto the screen before too much damage is done. There's nothing like the truth to combat a lie.
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Guns, Guns, Guns
Another mass shooting, but why should we bother about it? After all, it's other people's husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, children, grand-parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who were killed, not ours because we're immune--aren't we?
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Fio is feeling a little odd about it all because a couple of days ago, she suddenly realized no one was talking about the mass murders anymore, leaving a time-space vacuum open for a new one. Let's all keep track of the rhythm this time--six weeks, a month?
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The whole situation infuriates Fiorella because it doesn't have to be that way. Australia, Britain, and Canada have instituted gun control so why can't the United States? The country is civilized. Pop doesn't need to go out in the woods and shoot a possum for dinner anymore.
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It's not just the mass murders. It's the children-on-children shootings, the accidental shootings, the murders by people who should have never been allowed near any kind of weapon. We are all at risk.
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What can we do, other than move to Canada? Fio, you will remember, led a walk around the local courthouse to protest mass shootings, a while back, but, as you can tell from the news, she didn't have much of an impact so it looks like it back to the polls again. Vote for any candidate who supports guns control and save your friends, your family, and yourself from the next round of senseless shootings.
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Fio is feeling a little odd about it all because a couple of days ago, she suddenly realized no one was talking about the mass murders anymore, leaving a time-space vacuum open for a new one. Let's all keep track of the rhythm this time--six weeks, a month?
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The whole situation infuriates Fiorella because it doesn't have to be that way. Australia, Britain, and Canada have instituted gun control so why can't the United States? The country is civilized. Pop doesn't need to go out in the woods and shoot a possum for dinner anymore.
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It's not just the mass murders. It's the children-on-children shootings, the accidental shootings, the murders by people who should have never been allowed near any kind of weapon. We are all at risk.
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What can we do, other than move to Canada? Fio, you will remember, led a walk around the local courthouse to protest mass shootings, a while back, but, as you can tell from the news, she didn't have much of an impact so it looks like it back to the polls again. Vote for any candidate who supports guns control and save your friends, your family, and yourself from the next round of senseless shootings.
Saturday, June 1, 2019
From Stock to Shooting
Fiorella thought she was almost through with the paperwork, that the stock stuff was all set up to go, but noooooooo, so hijo menor, a former stockbroker, took charge. In an hour, he accomplished what Fio has been trying to got done for a month. But then, he speaks broker-eeze.
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You've read about those guys who send sexy pictures to women they're trying to impress? Well. Fiorella has a FB follower like that, but she refuses to acknowledge him. Telling him off, she figures, would only make the game more exciting for him.
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Your Fio grew up in a relatively quiet family, and she spent a lot of her indoor time in her bedroom, drawing, painting, writing, dreaming. She still likes a peaceful atmosphere around her--no drama, no yelling or screaming, no loud television. Of course, part of the reason for her preference is that her aging ears have become extra-sensitive to loud noises.
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Nothing like your septic tank bubbling over and the guy on the end of the line snarling "You mean you waited till tonight when I'm driving to the airport to call me?" Fio hastily informed him that she had just discovered the situation, and he told her what the problem probably was, but when she asked what to do about it, he got mad at her again and told her to get a screwdriver and have a man fix it. Luckily, her Elder Son was in residence and took over, but Fio is infuriated. She pays that rude guy's company a lot of money each year to tend her tanks, come rain or shine. Next year, she's switching companies.
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There's been another mass shooting--twelve dead this time, and several wounded. Ho-hum, Fiorella had figured it was about time for another one. We'll all just have to get used to it.
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You've read about those guys who send sexy pictures to women they're trying to impress? Well. Fiorella has a FB follower like that, but she refuses to acknowledge him. Telling him off, she figures, would only make the game more exciting for him.
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Your Fio grew up in a relatively quiet family, and she spent a lot of her indoor time in her bedroom, drawing, painting, writing, dreaming. She still likes a peaceful atmosphere around her--no drama, no yelling or screaming, no loud television. Of course, part of the reason for her preference is that her aging ears have become extra-sensitive to loud noises.
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Nothing like your septic tank bubbling over and the guy on the end of the line snarling "You mean you waited till tonight when I'm driving to the airport to call me?" Fio hastily informed him that she had just discovered the situation, and he told her what the problem probably was, but when she asked what to do about it, he got mad at her again and told her to get a screwdriver and have a man fix it. Luckily, her Elder Son was in residence and took over, but Fio is infuriated. She pays that rude guy's company a lot of money each year to tend her tanks, come rain or shine. Next year, she's switching companies.
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There's been another mass shooting--twelve dead this time, and several wounded. Ho-hum, Fiorella had figured it was about time for another one. We'll all just have to get used to it.
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