Rivalry

 Hello, again! Fiorella woke up to a cold, cold house this morning so her first move was to grit her teeth, leap out of bed, and make a run for the clothes closet in the hall to grab her jacket. 

Well, it's actually anyone's jacket who can get to it first--but Fio  was on the move and she wanted to do some rearranging in her studio, like, shoving around the chairs and desks in yet another way to make the place more comfortable--at least until the next time she got another brilliant idea.

In the meantime, your girl been gloating over receiving that mid-morning call from the eye doctor's office that sister-in-law Patsy recommend.  Fiorella's appointment isn't until next month, but the wait will give your girl time to shuffle through her many insurance records to find the one that validates her coverage for glasses and whatever.

Actually, your girl was hoping she could get an eye appointment on Friday--any Friday--when her usual driver is available--but that's not going to work out. Never mind, it  looks like Fio will be able to make use her friends at Cheriot, who have always been good to her.

To end today's saga, on the way out of her bedroom, your girl (true to form) knocked her cute little pink plastic bedside lamp onto the floor and, as one of the components danced away under her bed, you could almost hear it say FREE, FREE AT LAST! 

But that lamp didn't knows who's daughter they were talking to! Just like Mom would have, Fio swept her arm under the bed, found the lamp, determined where it should go, interpreted the instructions on the bottom of it, and settled everything into place--then showed her workmanship off to Son L so he'd see that he wasn't the only one around who could fix things!

WHAT A MESS!

OMG, OMG, OMG-It's seven o'clock at night and Fiorella forgot to check in with you for the day! Instead, she has been working very hard to spruce up her studio and make her new paper blog more presentable.  

By afternoon, her attempt wasn't too bad so she thought she had plenty of time and  accompanied Son L to Walmart to pick up presents for an up-coming birthday. However, come eventide, when everyone was home and discussing the final preparations, your girl suddenly realized that weird feeling in her stomach wasn't hunger, but something inside of her trying to remind her to write a blog.

     And now she can't pull her print down to a normal-size, no matter what buttons she pushes, which probably means she should give up for the night. The only good thing that is coming out of this mess is that now you know for sure that Fiorella is a real person, not some sort of a machine operated by a clown....or do you?

Attention: sanity will return tomorrow, but at least you've been reassured that Fiorella is a real person, not some sort of mechanical doll!

P.S. Fio just got off a l--o--n--g wait trying to get herself in line for an appointment at an ophthalmalogist's office. Apparently, there were a lot of other people on their phones too, so your girl finally just gave all her information into the crackly mechanical voice, returned her own phone to its place, and prayed. 

Double PS: Yes, Fio knew she wasn't spelling the name of the eye doctor correctly, but she got tired of trying!

 

 

 

From Confession to Action--with a Steak in Between

Fiorella messed up. Between having to explain to herself what she was trying to do with her newest wacky project and her usual aim of of saving the world, she turned her studio into a maelstrom that took half a day to pull back together again.

After cleaning up her mess, your girl spent most of her time doing things like washing her clothes, emptying the trash, and cleaning up her bedroom--which also included gritting her teeth over her closet hangers, half of which she can't even reach. (Yes, Fiorella complained about the situation when they first moved in, but to no avail. Maybe it's time to launch a new attack.)

The tension of the day was palpable, at least to Fio--because the blood people still haven't gotten any word out on when they'll be open for business again. 

Ah--the highlight of the day: Fiorella turned on the stove this afternoon, grabbed a kitchen knife, and started in one of the cuts of beef she'd bought the last time she'd gone to H-E-B--and you can bet your booties that it was FABULOUS--even better than the salmon, which had somehow lost its taste. Let's hope the rest of that cut tastes just as well tomorrow.

Back to the project mentioned in her first paragraph, Fiorella will admit that it's a blatant attempt to attract old friends, but new ones would also be welcome. 😁

 

See You Tomorrow

 Fiorella is taking a rest today because her big idea went sour. It happens sometimes.....

This Blog Was Hard to Write, but Stick With Her--Fio Will Get Better.....She Hopes

 

Ever since last year, Fiorella has had a weekly check-up regarding her heart operation, but with the bad weather Texas is having, the timing was moved forward a couple of days--then more so. Each time, your girl notched her calendar, and Son L, Fio's medical chauffeur, did the same. We. of course, thought our quick in-and-out was set to go--but when we showed up at the proper time and place, all lights were off and the driveway was deserted. 

PROBLEM WITH THE POWER GRID AGAIN! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR THAT FIORELLA GOT CAUGHT IN THAT TERRIBLE STORM?! IT'S A MIRACLE SHE'S STILL ALIVE!

Back to today, Fiorella's sweet driver came by to pick your girl up for her weekly visit to H-E-B and wherever else she wants to go, but--wonder of wonders---everything on Fio's list turned out to be available in the grocery store itself. WOW!

After your girl returned from her shopping, she packed away most of her groceries in her mini-fridge. An hour later, Son L stormed into Fio's room and told her two of her cartons were leaking into the family fridge. Yep, you guessed it--Fio hadn't had enough up-right room for all of her cartons so she'd shoved some into the family refrigerator--sideways.

This is completely off the subject, but have you ever seen the movie "O Brother--Where Art Thou." Fio is running it every night to put her to sleep now. The music! The singing! The acting! (Although your girl doesn't understand how four guys who go through so much supposed punishment can end up without a bruise on any of their handsome faces.) Ahh-Hollywood....

 

 

 

 

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Fiorella Schemes a Happy Ending....

 Sorry for running late, but Fiorella has been working hard on writing up her first batch of her own second-hand Christmas cards--the ones she'll be mailing back their senders to let her know she's still alive. It was hard going at first, but all the mail-outs should reach their destinations in a week or so. 

The whole family is in turmoil, of course, because what do you do when all the schools, from kindergarten to high school--even through college--are closed, closed, closed. Not much snow to be seen, but that ice is dangerous. Texans aren't prepared weather like this----especially the governor.....

You should see the rose bushes that are up close to the house. They're covered with cruel-looking glass droppings from top to toe that swipe at your cheek as you try to get down the walk to see it there was a newspaper delivery. Your girl never knew that roses could be so cruel.

Sigh....the weather is supposed to clear up sometime tomorrow, just in time for Son L to take Fio over to the hospital so her blood count can be checked out in relation to the heart operation she had last year. Later in the day, your girl and her driver will take a separate voyage to pick up food and whatever extras Fiorella needs--or wants--for the coming week. Girls will be girls....

One of the things Fio wants to pick up is postage stamps, especially she is going to be mailing a fair number of Christmas cards in the next couple of weeks. Pray for Fiorella that this scheme has a happy ending.💔

 

 

 

 

 

 

From POWER GRIDS to HIDEAWAYS!

Don't you just love it when the power grids go out in stone-cold weather because the governor of your state STILL hasn't installed the recommended fixes?  ESPECIALLY IF TWO YEARS AGO, YOU YOURSELF NOT ONLY RAN OUT OF FOOD, BUT  NEARLY FROZE TO DEATH FROM LACK OF HEAT????!

Fio made a good buy with her giant after-sale black-and-white panda. He shelters your girl's Kleenex box, Remote, and glasses as she falls asleep at night and never complain when she grabs him by an ear or rolls him off their double bed. (Oh, dear--I guess he's a male after all, but no name yet.

As far as Fiorella could tell from the sounds, every little girl from miles around was in the house last night. Don't know if that means they like Granddaughter, they like her toys, or if it was our family's turn to babysit.

Fiorella was thinking about her father, who had failed first grade, then went on to be president of of his graduating class. Later, his personality helped him get a good job, and he was able to quickly move up the line. Dad's outgoing personality did most of the trick, but he also made use of the company library to learn all he could about its aims and projects.

There was some rumbling in the hall so Fio stuck her head out her bedroom door and--surprise--spotted Son L and his wife shoving the last of our Christmas decorations up into an attic that your girl didn't even know existed. Hmm...are there other hideaways in the house that Fiorella doesn't know about??😁