FIORELLA'S FAVORITES and SOME NEW ONES

America, bow your head in shame

Ethnic cleansing is the name of the game--

     Clear out the black, the yellow, the brown

     Run gays and their kindred out of town

     Ridicule the halt, the blind, the lame

     And do unto those who sorrow the same--

     Jail the actors, the artists, the press

     Silence the women and make them a jest

     Reject the migrants or throw them in jail

     Allow graft and cronyism to prevail--

In short, go after anyone who

Doesn't talk or think or look like you--

An automaton of self-fed hate

Which no force on earth can ameliorate

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                L'envoi to "Blind"

     In the theater of the mind

     The unremitting reels unwind,

     Horrors ceaselessly replay,

     Obscuring now for yesterday--

            In the theaters of the mind

             Eyes that see too much go blind

     __________________________________

 Why do I have trouble 

 Finding a new rhyme?

 The letters fly about me

 Every day and time--

     But where is the dart

     That will envelope my heart?

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Yes, Fio is down

How are you?

Hope you are better

And not at all blue

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OOOOPS, Fio doesn't have a temp, but she feels like she's a little sicky PRAY FOR HER.....

A MEDIOCRE MESSAGE

Because she can decorate them, Fiorella's favorite holidays are Christmas, Easter, and Halloween. Yes, she's got piles of leftover crepe paper, scissser-snips, yarn rolls, and the like stacked in her unused sewing closet, so of course, your girl is planning and plotting for Easter. It's the same every year of course: paper eggs and rabbits. but Fio usually adds a few more delights.

By the way, Fiorella had a great time going through her bedroom, dusting off the cat hairs and rearranging all her pill bottles. She collects them all, you know. Someone is bound to need them some time or ever.

 That's all for today. Fiorella can't think of anything interesting to tell you about, except that one of Son L's little pugs sprinkled the hallway today, and we all had to walk carefully.

To show you what a bad day Fio is having, she accidentally jerk her computer out of the wall and couldn't remember how to put it together again. Luckily, Son L was still awake and was kind enough to fix it.

 

TRYING TO GET BACK IN THE HABIT AGAIN

 Some problems with the delivery again, but Son L is working on it. Meanwhile, your girl will stare at the pale blue of her bedroom wall which is mostly covered by notices and pictures.  Yes, Fiorella is like that, and her mother would not approve, but her room is small and her bed is a bit large. Whatever, it works for Fio--and the sweet white cat who cuddles beside her, purrs, and demands to be petted.

Obviously, your girl is not pleased that she's having to turn in her computer again, and she's wondering if it's days are over. Meanwhile, she'll stare at the five bottles of pills lined up across her chest of drawers and pray. She's cleaned up her bureau too--maybe that will do the trick. 

You should see what Fiorella is wearing today: black shoes, beige slacks,  a bright orange shirt with white "LONGHORNS" marching across the bosom and down. Ah--those were the days. (Oh! Did Fio leave out the red, blue, and long-sleeved beige jacket on top?)

Your girl is telling you that her right knee is in trouble again? Fio was the culprit: she slipped when she was getting out of bed and bunged herself up. 

Sorry to be so dull today. OH, FIO DID SEND SOME MONEY OUT TO UCRAINE THIS AFTERNOON!

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                           

Some Oldies but Goodies

 EATING FOR ECSTASY WAY BACK WHEN

Our dogs turned up their noses at the most highly touted animal food, but would happily gulp down every scrap that came off the table.....which led your girl to the inescapable conclusion that what we eat is canine junk food. Meanwhile, she kept on scarfing down fried chicken and french fries, praying that sooner or later someone would discover the medicinal benefits of grease.

Fiorella has been known to eat potatoes raw. It's genetics: her mother used to munch them... and she also ate her hamburger meat raw. That--shudder--your girl can't bring herself self to do.

To further confound you, Mom liked her steak well-done, while Fio has always preferred her steak rare.

As a child, Fio was taught that butter, being a dairy product, was good for her. Then she read about saturated fats and switched to margarine. Then, a couple of years later, she read that she should should toss her margarine and buy butter because of something-or-other else about the fats, but the food police keep changing their minds so much that Fio gave up and ate what she wanted to: Fiorella drinks a lot of milk and has very dense bones with not a trace of osteoporosis--although she does moo a lot and swishes flies with her tail. 😉

How do you know you're all grown up?

       STAGE ONE: teenage supermarket clerks stop hitting on you, 

       STAGE TWO:  they address you as "Ma'am." 

       STAGE THREE: they start hitting on your daughter.

GRUMBLE, GRUNT, GROWL!

 New problems for Fiorella today: she has to get someone to drive her to  the place she gets her blood checked out every week, and also needs to see a doctor about her right kneecap, the one that got injured when she was getting out of bed and slipped on the cords about two weeks back.

Hooray for Fio! She spent at least three hours in the bathroom and in her bed (after it was made) going through her collection of year-old lipsticks, powder, etc, and winnowed it down to at least one fourth the original size. 

Your girl will admit it. She's very, very down right now. There's no one to talk to and nothing to do...except pet the sweet white cat who has just wandered into Fio's room and will probably wander out to the kitchen food bowl any second.

WHAT IN THE WORLD CAN FIORELLA DO? Everybody has a must-do but her!

 Fio is scared: She's still getting messages that read "PAYMENT FAILED, REVIEW YOUR SUBSCRIPTION NOW TO KEEP YOUR DATA PROTECTED.

HEALING BIT BY BIT!

Fiorella has said it before and will say it a gain: if Trump becomes president, he will continue to be chummy with Putin and allow him to swallow Ukraine. THEN ALASKA!

In the meantime, let's do what we can keep our country together.

Changing the story, your girl has torn into her ancient writings to see which ones are usable  Yep, she's casting her eye on the bushels of half-finished stories that are stuck in her drawers and above the high ceilings of the windows. YIPPIE! 

Whatever, Fiorella wasn't flushed down the toilet when everything went out of wack like she thought she would. Nor did she lose her purse and card which she almost did.

See you tomorrow!

 

JOYFUL!

 Friend Paula, who lives far, far away, called Fio on the phone this morning to make sure your girl was okay, and we had a nice long talk. Thank you, Paula, for caring. 💗💗💗

Are you ready for a couple of poems again? They're probably repeats because Fiorella is still shaken from her fear of losing everything in her computer.

       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 many 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 filling in,

Amending how I look and and what I say--

     Unclothed and mute, inside myself I know

My soul complete, its multiplicity

A whole; but outside actorlike I show

The role I choose, or you assign to me

    And as no one can know my my entity,

    I know no one, but only simile