What a horrible--uh--CHALLENGING day--
First, Fiorella discovered that she'd messed up on paying her property tax so she'd have to pay extra, then she spent a fair amount of time searching for the missing TV remote, then gazed around at how her lovely home has become a packing-box depot, then decided she needed a heavy transfusion of chocolate.
Sonia Dog looked wistful so Fio invited her along for the ride, but Doggie refused to leap into the back seat on the driver's side because she'd been trained to use the distaff side. Accordingly, Fio swung the Queen Mary out to give Sonia enough room to wiggle into her own seat--and knocked over a double stack of shelves that had been moved over to accommodate the double birthday party on Saturday.
After propping the shelves up as best she could, Fiorella moved Queenie into the middle of the garage so Sonia could get into the car on her rightful side, then swung out of the driveway and whacked into Baby Car, which had been moved out of the garage and into the driveway to accommodate the omnipresent packing boxes.
Nothing to do but speed out of the driveway and head down the road for Walgreen's. Fio arrived without incident except that when she brought her prizes up to the cashier, she realized she didn't have the usual credit card tucked in her bra.
A quick trip back to Queen Mary to raid her purse produced the credit card, but there was an even greater problem when Fiorella got back in the car to drive home--where were her glasses? She was pretty sure she'd had them on when she was driving into town, but now, they were nowhere to be--uh--seen.
Then, later in the afternoon, Fio'a printer refused to print out Lolly's story, even with an hour's coaching by Elder Son in Minnnesota.
What next?
Friday, July 31, 2020
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Back to the Angst Years
Fio found a couple of pages of poetry from her school days:
The Quest
The pond's o'er-froze, the corn is blight
The fields frost over, silver-white
The ice-bound branches of the trees
Are breaking in the winter freeze
The ground is hard, the sky is bare
The sobbing wind disturbs the air
As Ceres grieves, unreconciled
And searches for her missing child
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(untitled)
I watched a laughing child in years gone by
Below my window gather bits of Spring--
Arbutus whiter than the moon would cry
the joyous news of life's awakening
The child would touch the vine aside my door
And, just as quick, it shed its coat of frost--
Her feet had scarcely trod the forest floor
Before the winter's harsh campaign was lost
The seasons roll themselves up into years
And springtime swiftly burns itself to fall--
An aged woman dressed in black appears
And walks the dying world within my wall
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The Quest
The pond's o'er-froze, the corn is blight
The fields frost over, silver-white
The ice-bound branches of the trees
Are breaking in the winter freeze
The ground is hard, the sky is bare
The sobbing wind disturbs the air
As Ceres grieves, unreconciled
And searches for her missing child
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(untitled)
I watched a laughing child in years gone by
Below my window gather bits of Spring--
Arbutus whiter than the moon would cry
the joyous news of life's awakening
The child would touch the vine aside my door
And, just as quick, it shed its coat of frost--
Her feet had scarcely trod the forest floor
Before the winter's harsh campaign was lost
The seasons roll themselves up into years
And springtime swiftly burns itself to fall--
An aged woman dressed in black appears
And walks the dying world within my wall
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Wednesday, July 29, 2020
From TV to Music
Fiorella has given up searching for her TV remote. Crawling around on the floor and poking a broom under chair and the couch gets old quick. Besides, she knows that the moment she walks into the house with a brand-spanking new changer, the old one will immediately leap into view.
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Sonia Dog enjoyed having Fio down on the floor checking out the underbelly of the couch with a flashlight and a broom handle. She even used Mommy's back as a stepping stone to get up on said couch.
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Fio would like to tell you that she got a lot more packing done today, but apparently yesterday was her high point for the week--searching for the remote has taken all her time. Besides, she's having trouble getting boxes the right size.
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One thing that sort of threw Fiorella off her gait for the day was the King Arthur Flour mag that showed up in her mailbox. The week after Husband died, Fiorella, who does not cook, had informed the King Arthur people of his demise and canceled the subscription. She does not appreciate them reviving it.
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It's amazing how soothing Country-Western music can be, says the girl who grew up in a family that looked down their noses at it. Music soothes the savage breast.
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Sonia Dog enjoyed having Fio down on the floor checking out the underbelly of the couch with a flashlight and a broom handle. She even used Mommy's back as a stepping stone to get up on said couch.
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Fio would like to tell you that she got a lot more packing done today, but apparently yesterday was her high point for the week--searching for the remote has taken all her time. Besides, she's having trouble getting boxes the right size.
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One thing that sort of threw Fiorella off her gait for the day was the King Arthur Flour mag that showed up in her mailbox. The week after Husband died, Fiorella, who does not cook, had informed the King Arthur people of his demise and canceled the subscription. She does not appreciate them reviving it.
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It's amazing how soothing Country-Western music can be, says the girl who grew up in a family that looked down their noses at it. Music soothes the savage breast.
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
Fio Reports In
The next time around, Fiorella hopes we're all recycled so that we become kinder and more loving to each other.
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Fio was swinging from one desperation to another and back again for a couple of hours today until she finally found her precious list in the waste basket. Yeah, it was that kind of day.
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The septic contract finally came in, but Fiorella is having trouble printing it out. She also went the weekend with Facebook refusing to post her photos. TECHNOLOGY STINKS!
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Fio spent most of the day trying to fit paintings into moving boxes, then cutting up the boxes to fit the paintings, and she's not even half through yet. Yep, her house was an art museum and she didn't even know it.
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For, lo, these many years, Fiorella's housewifely duty was to put everything back in its proper place, and now, her job is to haul everything out of its place and load it into cardboard boxes. It hurts, especially when she packs away her treasures.
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Fio was swinging from one desperation to another and back again for a couple of hours today until she finally found her precious list in the waste basket. Yeah, it was that kind of day.
*
The septic contract finally came in, but Fiorella is having trouble printing it out. She also went the weekend with Facebook refusing to post her photos. TECHNOLOGY STINKS!
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Fio spent most of the day trying to fit paintings into moving boxes, then cutting up the boxes to fit the paintings, and she's not even half through yet. Yep, her house was an art museum and she didn't even know it.
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For, lo, these many years, Fiorella's housewifely duty was to put everything back in its proper place, and now, her job is to haul everything out of its place and load it into cardboard boxes. It hurts, especially when she packs away her treasures.
Monday, July 27, 2020
LIFE WITH FIORELLA
Hurray, hurray, God is good! A while back, Fio had stupidly left her computer half open and Sonia Dog had nestled down on its warmth, causing about five pages of a very important scene in Lolly's story to disappear, but thanks to your girl's habit of saving a copy of everything she's written, she was able to locate an earlier version of the chapter and patch up the missing pages. All is well. Whew!
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Interesting--Fiorella's septic-tank person is trying to pull a Trump on her. He's supposed to have mailed conformation of her contract about a month ago, but the Gtown septic people are on Fio's back about it. It took a while for Fio to get through to her guy on the phone, but he promised he'd forward the contract immediately. The next day and the next day passed and your girl called again, and he got all huffy that she'd contacted him on Saturday while he was in the barber chair.
Sorry, bud, but Fiorella doesn't play the blame-shift game.
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Fio and Doggie were carefully working their way through the treacherous back woods when suddenly they came upon a yearling deer whose coloration blended with the underbrush. There was a split second of Who the hell are you? and then the deer took off at the speed of light. Sonia crashed through the undergrowth to follow her new acquaintance, Fiorella belatedly bellowed NO, and the deer disappeared with no harm to anyone.
The only casualty was when Fio and Doggie made it back though the woods and up to the house where Fio tripped over the garden hose she'd thrown up on the porch earlier in the day. Your girl is going to have a bright red skinned spot on her lower right arm for a couple of days, but what the heck--it could have been worse.
Sunday, July 26, 2020
Too Much, Too Much!
Has there ever been a day in Fio's life when she didn't wake up with a to-do list a mile long? Now, please excuse her--she has to go water the jasmines.
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After an hour or so of digging up papers and calling around, Fiorella finally got the septic system contract thing settled. Turns out the Septic guy HADN'T sent in a copy of the contract, but he's going to send one to Fio now--supposedly. In the meantime, Fiorella will take a walk up the driveway to (1) re-glue her acknowledgments on the friendship plank, (2) pick up the mail, and (3) visit with her loving trees.
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Last night, Fiorella had decided most of her day would be dedicated to writing, but it's late afternoon, and she hasn't even opened Lolly's pages. Instead, she's carried loads down from her upstairs office and packaged them for transport, gotten hold of Nephew to make sure he knows about his unclaimed inheritance, re-glued the friendship plank, checked out FB, done her washing, and talked to her trees. What your girl needs is an office all her own, one that doesn't have to be torn apart.
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Fio's mother's maiden name, Fio's maiden name, and Husband's surname all began with the same letter. Hmm....
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In the male line, Fiorella's mother's father, his father, and his father were all alcoholics. So were Husband, his uncle, and his maternal grandfather. In the female line, Fio's mother married a non-alcoholic, and neither Fio nor her brother are alcoholics, although Mother's brother and his son were.
Mother's liquid preferences were tea and water. Fiorella's are milk and water.
Probably too much personal info, but the kids need to know.
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After an hour or so of digging up papers and calling around, Fiorella finally got the septic system contract thing settled. Turns out the Septic guy HADN'T sent in a copy of the contract, but he's going to send one to Fio now--supposedly. In the meantime, Fiorella will take a walk up the driveway to (1) re-glue her acknowledgments on the friendship plank, (2) pick up the mail, and (3) visit with her loving trees.
*
Last night, Fiorella had decided most of her day would be dedicated to writing, but it's late afternoon, and she hasn't even opened Lolly's pages. Instead, she's carried loads down from her upstairs office and packaged them for transport, gotten hold of Nephew to make sure he knows about his unclaimed inheritance, re-glued the friendship plank, checked out FB, done her washing, and talked to her trees. What your girl needs is an office all her own, one that doesn't have to be torn apart.
*
Fio's mother's maiden name, Fio's maiden name, and Husband's surname all began with the same letter. Hmm....
*
In the male line, Fiorella's mother's father, his father, and his father were all alcoholics. So were Husband, his uncle, and his maternal grandfather. In the female line, Fio's mother married a non-alcoholic, and neither Fio nor her brother are alcoholics, although Mother's brother and his son were.
Mother's liquid preferences were tea and water. Fiorella's are milk and water.
Probably too much personal info, but the kids need to know.
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Sabado
What's on Fio's table for today? Well first she has to walk the trash up to to the road for pick-up, then do her usual morning chores. then in the afternoon, continue packing up the house. Your girl didn't realize how many art supplies and finished or half-finished canvases she had tucked away in her office and is determined to go on a painting spree when she sets up shop in the new house. Whoopee!
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For right now, Fiorella is determined to get to work on Lolly's story. Yes, she knows she's said that before and fate has intervened, but if she keeps on saying it, somewhere along the line, she'll get a break.
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If computers were more limited in what they can do, Fio, who has slippery fingers, would have less mistakes to correct.
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Still no news from the stalwart group that was setting up Fiorella's high school reunion for October--and probably still are. Needless to say, Fio will not be attending this year.
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G-D-T! Fio received a notice in the mail that the city hasn't received a copy of her sewer contract, WHICH SHE SENT IN AFTER A BACK-AND-FORTH AT LEAST A MONTH AGO and checked out later to be sure everything was as it should be. To further irritate he as she replaced the phone, her "Help-I've-Fallen-and-Can't-Get-UP alarm fell out of her bra and, of course, the phone rang and Fiorella had to assure a faceless voice that she was still upright.
What next?😈😈😈
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For right now, Fiorella is determined to get to work on Lolly's story. Yes, she knows she's said that before and fate has intervened, but if she keeps on saying it, somewhere along the line, she'll get a break.
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If computers were more limited in what they can do, Fio, who has slippery fingers, would have less mistakes to correct.
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Still no news from the stalwart group that was setting up Fiorella's high school reunion for October--and probably still are. Needless to say, Fio will not be attending this year.
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G-D-T! Fio received a notice in the mail that the city hasn't received a copy of her sewer contract, WHICH SHE SENT IN AFTER A BACK-AND-FORTH AT LEAST A MONTH AGO and checked out later to be sure everything was as it should be. To further irritate he as she replaced the phone, her "Help-I've-Fallen-and-Can't-Get-UP alarm fell out of her bra and, of course, the phone rang and Fiorella had to assure a faceless voice that she was still upright.
What next?😈😈😈
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