Progress!

 Fiorella has not only found her calendario again, but also located her Austin neurologist and ophthalmologist. Hopefully, they'll both remember her again. 

Despite the appropriate notifications by Son L, the post office is still delivering mail to your girl's Gtown address. Wouldn't you know that would happen with DeJoy in charge!

Just when Dr. Martin was coming to an important climax,  Roku cut it off Fiorella's access. The same thing happened with Midsomer Mysteries and Miss Fisher. Obviously, it's a plot against Fio's dwindling sanity.

Congratulate Fiorella--she washed her hair for the first time since being rescued and taken to shelter, lo, these many weeks (months?) ago. Yes, your girl is still so rattled that she doesn't know what happened when so one of her self-assigned chores for the day is to sit down with her calendar and figure everything out. (Her other one is to contact the vet about which dog food is best for Sonia Dog.)

It runs in the family! Fio's granddaughter's drawings of faces have suddenly evolved from multiple questionable features to two eyes, a nose, and a mouth--but what can one expect when her father his mother are artists

 

Telling All

 When Fio was seven and her family moved to Texas, her assigned bedroom was at the front of the house, with a bathroom between her and Brother, whose bedroom was up against her parents' bedroom. Unfortunately, this arrangement meant that the room's transparent curtains floated on the breezes of the summer winds like ghosts, so Fiorella, who had a far too vivid an imagination even back then, sneaked into Brother's bed when the billows got to be too much for her and bribed him to silence by telling him stories she made up on the spot.

Mom caught Fiorella one morning when she hadn't retreated to her own bed in time and, being a wise woman, she asked "why" rather then chastising. When Fio explained about the curtains, Mom wisely added a night light to the bookcase between the bedrooms.

It satisfied Fio enough that she stayed in her own bed from then on, but she was still still afraid of being alone at night and would keep her eyes open as long as she could. Later, she clutched a bible to her bosom every night. Still later, a husband filled the bill.

Fiorella is pretty sure she's told you this story before, but somehow, it still dogs her. The psychologists among you can take it from there.

Keeping Up with the World of Fiorella Plum

Watching British TV, Fio was again reminded that window screens are not used in England--or at least, they weren't used in the hotels that the family stayed at when the tribe visited, lo, these many years ago. She was also reminded of the friendliness of the people we met by chance, like on that tour of an ancient castle, which was when Fiorella realized she didn't care a fig about castles, but loved talking to people and learning about their lives.

Fio is trying out new places to lay her computer down on when it's not in her lap. Sliding it under the bed was her first choice, but then she had to lie on the floor and to drag it out from under the bedsprings. Her second choice was to place it on top of the bed covers, but then it slipped off the fuzzy blue bed throw onto the floor. Right now, she's experimenting with placing it on a block of wood beside her bed. She'll let you know the result. 

Take it from Fio--everyone's mother drives them crazy, and those very same mothers love them to the ends of the earth. Hey, just wait till you are a parent!

Son came back from Walgreen's with sugar-laden goodies for your girl, and she gobbled down the Peeps like a five-year-old. Yes, Fio has him well-trained.

Here's the report on what's going on in your girl's world: she has all her pants and tops on hangers and all her underwear in drawers--which comes out as a a pun because drawers are also what we call underpants.

Are Everyone's Moves Like This?

 Fiorella woke up early this morning--or at least earlier than any other humans in the house--because Doggie had indicated she needed go outside. But when your girl reached to unlock the back door, she noticed a note saying the alarm was active. What alarm and why? We live in an upscale gated community and have a mighty mastiff that doesn't bite, but has a bark that would summon cops from miles around.

Daughter-in-law, who was dozing on Fiorella's black couch in the front room to the lullaby of a one of Granddaughter's kiddie shows, woke up long enough to take care of  the alarm, then settled back into dreamland again. In the meantime, Fio noticed that a second cat had been introduced into the family, Luckily, Sonia couldn't care less--although the cat seemed disappointed that Fiorella's breakfast milk went to Doggie instead of her (him?)

Speaking of breakfast, Fio discovered that although everything else in the kitchen area is lit by frighteningly bright lights in the early morning, the pantry, which shelters your girl's precious Shredded Wheat, is not. GRRRRR!

Son drove up to the house about lunchtime, parked in the driveway, and started unloading storage items from a U-Haul. Most of the things were from his and his wife's former home, but he'd also picked up some of Fiorella's pretties. She was especially glad to see the charming foot-high shepherd-boy clock that her mother-in-law had picked up at an antique shop way back when. Fio in planning to put the clock on a high-up shelf where it can be safe and everyone can enjoy its beauty for years to come.

The new house is filling up fast, but there are still more deliveries to come. Wonder if this hoity-toity community allows garage sales.

Relatively Pleasant Day....So Far

 Son L is now on his way to supervise the loading with Fio's household stuff so your girl and her daughter-in-law, who has been invited to a neighborhood ladies-evening-out, are batching it. Hmm...wonder what stories she'll bring back to home.... and if any of them would make a good book plot😁

Fiorella slept fairly well last night so maybe she'll get back on a regular schedule sooner than she thought. On the other hand, the snowstorm, the sheltering, and the move have taken their toll. And now she's being hit by past-due notices because of her change-of-address. GRRRRR.......

It amuses Fio that time after time, with her watching, Sonia Dog has carefully buried a bone under one of your girl's stacks of clothes so that neither Fio nor another dog--of which there are none in the household--can steal it from her. Talk about paranoid! 😄

Son has been taking Mom with him on his daily walk to the neighborhood mailbox, which is good exercise, but she also wonders if he's training her to take over the job. Hmm....guess Doggie isn't the only paranoid in the family. 😉

 Fiorella is going to write down her new address in big letters and post the page on the wall of her bedroom so she can become accustomed to it. She'll do the same for her phone number, once she gets one. 👍

 

 

 

 

 

A Sigh of Relief

 Forget about the idea that Italians are the most sex-oriented people around. According to their TV comedies and murder mysteries, it's the British. Check out Doc Martin and Midsomer Mysteries when you have an hour or two and you'll see what Fio means. And if you want to get the low-down on the Australian version, check out Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.

Fio is sitting in her bedroom trying to write while a pack of squealing pre-sschool-age girls are running up and down the hall and enjoying themselves. It's been a long time since Fiorella had to deal with that kind of commotion. 💗

Three cheers for Fio! With limited closet space, she's worked out some very ingenious ways to store her clothes, like tucking her jeans and slacks flat under the bed. 

 Your girl indulged herself with a steak for lunch and it was g-o-o-d. But because her and Son's tableware have not yet arrived, she had to use plastic utensils--and broke the fork. Anyone else have similar stories?

Has the hysteria finally gone out of Fiorella's voice? That's because she's relatively settled in and is planning for the future because she now knows she has a future. The furniture is coming this weekend and the rest of the storage--which includes her piano, paintings, and writing--will follow. Also, she'll be taking her second inoculation sooner rather than later. 💗

 

WASHER AND DRYER, AT LAST!

 HOORAY! If the washer and drier have at last arrived, can Fio's furniture be far behind? And if the furniture is about to arrive, can her artwork, library, and knickknacks be far behind?And And if all of those can arrive, will Fiorella be able to relax into "normal" living again?

Your girl is being hounded by Verizon to pay her bill, but she hasn't seen an open pathway to do so because, as she tried to explain to the recorded message, she's an orphan of the storm and has not yet received the aforesaid  bill (yes, Fiorella pays by check) because of the endemic, the snowstorm, and having been dramatically moved from place to place. Got all that?

Fio is a bit worried about what condition her inherited furniture will be in when it arrives. Everything in the load is somewhat fragile by age, and while the family bedstead survived the first trip, Mom's treasured dining room table will need restoration. 

To add to Fiorella's worries, Doc Martin, her current British serial, has taken a turn for the worse--Louisa called off the wedding at the last moment, which will probably make Doc even more gruff than before. (Having peeked ahead, your girl knows that they will get together again, but oh--the agony!)

Son L is commanding the washer and dryer so we all have our chance in an orderly fashion, but Fio will be the heaviest user for a while because she hasn't had clean clothes in a long while. Also because she has ALL her clothes with her because she moved out hook, line, and sinker with no time to evaluate her wardrobe.