Lots Going On

 What a day so far! First, Fiorella and Son L stopped at Walgreens to pick up Fio's meds, get their respective flu shots, and pick up a pair of dark glasses for for yours truly.

Then they stopped at Hobby Lobby and bought some brushes and some acrylics, which means that your girl will be entering the painting world just in time for Halloween--not that she doesn't have piles of paper bats, cats, and witches languishing in the garage already.😁

When they got back to the house, Fiorella received a phone call from the medical world that someone will be coming out to equip her with a self-service machine so your girl can check her cumadin level at home, which won't work for Fio--they tried one on her before and she just can't bring herself to take her own blood. 

Later, Fiorella received a message from the nice lady who bought her beloved ranchland telling your girl that a packet of her 2020 tax wrap-up had been delivered to her former doorstep. Your girl has asked her replacement to pass the packet on, but it may be difficult because of tax rules.

Now Fio has to change the address on her driver's license, get more pink pain pills for Sonia Dog, buy herself some white shoes (although she knows they're off season) and, once more--tackle Lolly. Frankly, your girl thinks it will be a better story because of the time that has passed since its perception.

 

 

Having Fun

 I haven't written a poem in a while,     A

 A newborn verse to make you smile,    A

And tuck your worries fast away           B

If not for tomorrow, at least for today    B

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Watch out, I'm in a rhyming mood           A

Which can be bad or good--                      B

Maybe something that I should,                  A

Maybe something lewd                               B                         

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I brushed my teeth                                        A

And combed my hair,                                    B

Then off to the kitchen                                    C

To see who was there                                       B

 

I awoke when the kitchen was night               A

Not a sunbeam to be had                                  B

Ate my cereal and gulped down my pills,         C

Grabbed a pen and paid my bills                        C

And went back to bed feeling sad                        B

Till dawn was shining bright                                 A

😁Is that what you                                                     

😁Would do?

                             

HAD ENOUGH?

Keeping Up with Fiorella!

 Your girl has been very busy today. Translation: In wicked traffic, Son L drove her around to a doctor who checked her blood, then to her bank, so she could order more checkbooks, and then, when they got back to the house, he helped her finish off her personal taxes. Still to go is the rest of of her tax clean-up and the checking out of her pacemaker at home--unfortunately, each time she tries to call and beg forgiveness for missing yesterday's pacemaker deadline, Sonia Dog joyfully intervenes. SIGH....       

Hmm...Now that Fio's first attempt at making a friend has been at least mildly successful, maybe she can sharpen her technique and attract a few more neighborhood ladies. But in the meantime, there is Lolly to consider, but which always seems to get the back of the bus.

Did Fiorella ever told you about Sonia and the turkey nuggets? Some enterprising dog food company sells a special food made out of turkey meat of some type, and Doggie loves the nuggets so much that all your girl has to do to get Sonia to obey her is to toss a marble-sized hunk of it in her direction. You can also throw a piece of it outdoors to lure your canine outside while you're still inside

Fio, as she told you, has put a bulletin board up beside her bed to she can keep track of her frenzied life. The only problem is that there are so many item tacked to the board that she can't find individuals.

It's a little early, but your girl is thinking about Christmas card designs. If you've been with her from the start, you know that, except for bad times, she's designed her own cards, often with a new poem on them. No promises for this year, but we'll see. 💗

 

UP TO DATE

      Insomnia, insomnia, insomnia, why did you rear your ugly face? GO BACK TO BED!  But, no, there's too much to do this morning, and Fio can sleep all afternoon--starting the cycle all over again.... 

      And exactly what sort of important things will you be doing this morning, Fiorella? Well, a visiting nurse will stop by for about an hour to be sure your girl is following doctor's orders, and, as soon as that is over, Fio will trot across the street with an offering of chocolates for Maria, a new arrival in the neighborhood whom she hopes to become friends with. It's probably because of the pandemic, but everyone in the area  seems to be buttoned down. No waving at each other when a car goes by, no walking along the sidewalk--except by Fiorella when she goes stir crazy and trots up the road to the neighborhood mailbox.

     Speaking of mailboxes, your girl, always on her toes 😕, had to walk up the street to it twice because she forgot to take the keys with her the first time.

     All in all, Fio ended up having a good day. She made a new friend, talked with Friend Suzy long distance, and got a nice message keeping her up to date with  Friend Ashley. Now, she'd like to hear from Friend Carol!

 

    

 

 

 

    

    

   

Mysteries

Morning: Fiorella, who took five years of Latin many years ago, dreamed that she was at yet another Latin convention last night, but instead of sticking with the crowd, she went off exploring on her own. She got lost in the woods a couple of times, of course, but always found her way back to the bus and Miss Osborn, her revered teacher, so all ended well. But how can Fio interpret the dream, especially her traipse through the woods? (She can assure you that none of the Latin conventions way back when she attended were held under trees.)

Back to reality: Fiorella's studio is a cheerful mess right now--cheerful because she is moving forward on Lolly's story, and a mess because she has chapters stacked on her desk, on the step-ladder and on her file drawers, all of which she hopes to organize today. (Hah, hah-hah-hah-hah!)

Afternoon: hi-ho, hi-ho--Fio cleared out the chest next to her bed and found loads of things she'd thought she lost. THANK GOODNESS!

Have any one you caught the Australian movie Unfinished Sky on TV? Your girl can hardly understand a word of it, but she likes the plot and has watched it twice over already.

 

 

Late, Late, Late

 Sorry to be so late, but we had a lot of dull, dull, dull stuff to do such as gathering tax stuff (yuck), entering your girl's future doctor visits on the calendar (which is harder than you might think because her calendar isn't constructed to contain more than a giant number), and cleaning up the floor after Fio went outside and unknowingly stepped in a few of Sonia's....uh....creations, then tracked them inside. Daughter-in-law was game enough to mop up the the dining area...and the kitchen...and the hall back to Fiorella's bedroom... and the home offices. The irony of it is that the reason your girl had gone out in the back yard in the first place was to dump two large bags of household debris.

Apparently, there's good news on Fio's tax front--not that she's getting a break, but that she and her kids have been able to locate most of the important papers...so far.

On the side, Fiorella picked up one of her books she never looked at again after it was published and skimmed through it. There are things she would change now, but the LIKED IT!

Not much big news now, except that Son L will be driving Fio to Walgreens this week for her flue shot. Yep, your girl is an inoculation junkie...and she hopes you are too. She had chicken-pox, mumps, scarlet fever, and a few more scary diseases as a child, and they were no fun. (She was also in one of the first batches of kids to get out the Sabin polio vaccine.)

If friend Suzy is out there someone, Fio hopes she and her family are well, and would love to hear from her.

September 23

 Again, your girl messed up the publishing date yesterday, but today is today and she'll try to do better this time around, which may be hard because she's sinking into the blues--dark ones. It seems like everything she tries to do backfires on her or falls flat. She can't even figure out how to feed staples to the new-fangled stapler. 

Fio needs a someone on hand to talk to, to laugh with, to sympathize with her sorrows--and to drive her around Any volunteers?

In the meantime--and after half-dozing in bed for a couple of hours--she decided to try to clean up her desk mess, then plow into Lolly's multiply-written story... again. But actually, what she ended up doing was spending most of her day being hauled around to doctors, one who gave her a shot in the knee, and one who pounded her into the ground regarding what she can can and can't remember.  Tomorrow, though, will be lighter--a traveling nurse will come to check your girl out, and Saturday--thank you, God--Fio's calendario is empty. 

Sorry to be so negative. Will try to be more joyful and witty tomorrow.