NOT MY BEST SHOW......

 You wouldn't believe the amount of time Fiorella spent in the eye-glasses store today, especially after all the time that she'd already spent last week in the doctor's office being tested . But what the heck, it's over now--except for the two-week lense-less wait for the NEW lenses and her hopeful search for her old, OLD plastic glasses that she's lost a wing off of. Er.....did you follow all that?

If your wondering about the latest escapades of Gorgeous George, the beautiful white Persian who's formed an attachment to your girl, as soon as Fio arrived back to the house he lovingly settled down lovingly on Fio's bed, then threw up on it.

With March on its last legs, Fiorella needs to come up with a springtime design for  the front of the house. How about running a line of colorful paper flowers across her front room display window? We'll see, we'll see.

Of course,  a new spring is also a sign of new life--real life, be it be ideas or babies, both of which Fiorella welcomes. Yes, Fio's new grandson is (sort of) walking now, and Fiorella herself is cautiously reentering the portrait painting game again. Please wish us both well.

 

IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT FIORELLLA IS REALLY THINKING, THIS IS IT!

   I'd like to burn a building down

   Or shoot somebody from the tower

   To  make them know that I'm alive

   For just one hour--oh, just one hour!

 

FIORELLA ON THE RAMPAGE! ANY TAKERS?

 Have you ever tried making your bed with a big, fat Persian cat resisting you every inch along the way?

Fiorella is restless. The TV shows attached to her chest-of-drawers have worn out her interest and, as you know, she has no transportation. But your girl needs more than entertainment and a car. She wants to be acknowledged as a person. 

She needs friends, someone to talk to and maybe help her gather all her poems and clever comments together, then strong-arm them to a publisher with a top-notch publicist.

She also needs a new wardrobe, including underwear and shoes, but is there anyone around who has the time to take her to the appropriate stores?

Last, Fio, a life-long lover of languages, would like to be in a position that allows her to pick up the remains of her studies of German or Spanish and move foreword. (Wouldn't it be wonderful if she picked up a bit of Russian and French too?)

Is there any way possible for her to realize her dreams? Can you help?

 

 

 

 

LETTING IT ALL HANG OUT!

Is Fiorella the only person who blogs herself every day? But with limited transportation, what else does she have to do?

Hurray! it's choir practice day, when your girl gets to mingle with the Methodists, all of whom so far have been very nice and helpful. Fio hopes that means Fio's second attempt at mingling will work out better than her first because Fiorella is still bored, bored, bored--and, by the way, SHE STILL NEEDS A REAL FRIEND--SOMEONE TO LAUGH WITH AND TALK TO!

Your girl is tired of watching the same old movies on TV again and again. She wants to get out, buy some new clothes (including underwear), and meet people. She also needs a cell phone and a camera to get pictures out!

Fiorella knocked down the contents of one of her art shelves in her salon today and was surprised and thrilled by all the things shed tucked away that she can put a good use use to. Wahoo! Fio rides again!

Also, she has been studying her salon front window to see what sort of fake flowers she can form into an April flowers wreath.

Totally off track--she also wants to join a German class, if she can get someone who will come to the house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What's Going On

 This is one of Fiorella's more difficult days. D-in-L has taken over the lovely little display coven in which Fio spent more than a year stationing her own and her family's pretties and prides, some of them from a century past.

 Today isn't a good day otherwise for your girl either. When she opened up the gingerbread that she usually has for lunch, some tiny little ants scrambled out, which means she'll have to find something else to quaff her midday hunger this week. Hmm....what about that meat she left in the family refrigerator?

Has Fio ever told you that all of her children have three surnames and that her daughter has carried the practice through to the next generation?

When Fiorella weeps, has it ever occurred to you to ask why and try to comfort her?

When is your girl going to get her soaker tub, the kind of bathtub she had in her old house?

How is she going to make a friend with not a candidate in sight?

She is lonely.

More Bits and Pieces

 What a weekend! Your girl nearly went crazy worrying about a threatening notice she had received from one of her doctors saying she owed him $1,475, and there was no way for her to contact him till Monday. Also, while she was happy to finally join up with the Methodist choir, it was also nerve racking because she still doesn't know what she should be doing.

However, first thing Monday morning, Fiorella called her doctor's number, which led her to another phone number, which finally led her to the phone of the the woman who had the authority to correct the mistake. Your girl is in the clear, but her heart is still beating like a jumping jack. 

Fio also spent about two hours sorting through the pile of notes from way back when--and one of them was a sweet thank-you note from the mother of a boy whose son your girl  had been to teach her son how to sing. The experience was an eye-opener to Fiorella. She thought everyone came out of the womb song in his heart!

One thing Fio noticed about the church choir is that it's almost all composed of older people, which is different than her other choirs. Are church choirs dying out? Are CHURCHES dying out?

End of the day, and Fiorella is moody. She needs a nice new TV movie to lull herself to sleep, but she seems to have used them all up.

 

    

CATCHING UP WITH FIORELLA REGARDING PUBLISHING, SINGING, PAINTING, FAMILY

 Your girl is up in arms! While looking through her sonnets, she suddenly realized that none of them are in print and she has no idea how to attract a publisher. Surely there can be somebody out there who could make a small killing out of Fiorella's rhymes! She even wrote at least one in Latin too, and wouldn't be surprised if, through the years, she hadn't added in a few other languages also. 

If you're following Fiorella, you've been subjected to a fair number of her sonnets and other lyrics, plus, of course, bits and pieces of all her other creative endeavors. Now, she doesn't want to have walked this earth and rattled her brain for nothing. Surely there is someone out there who can run off all her endeavors and roll them up into a encyclopedia of Fiorella Plum. She would even give you permission to reveal Fio's Carpathian-Rusyn birth name! 

Otherwise, her life is still pretty much the same as she's been complaining about for what seems like forever: no friends--although son is trying to fix that by setting her up with a nearby church's choir. Everyone has been helpful and nice so far, but Fio's not sure she has the voice she had when she directed her own choirs.

Changing the subject: your girl has started spending a fair amount of time checking out what she has in  her salon/study/studio such as the unfinished portrait of her mother, and Fio is quite pleased by the results so far, but, strangely, the background may be a problem. 

HOORAY, HOORAY--it looks like there might be a family gathering soon!

 

The DEATH OF DEATH

 

VICTORY

Foul, stinking Death, I hate you--go away!

   I will not let you take me, now or ever --

   I'll light my nights as bright as noontime day

   I will not die--my name will live forever!

O God, if you are there, slay Death for me,

   That lingers in the shadow of my shoulder

    Just out of view, where I can barely see,

    Crafty, plotting, planning, daily bolder---

Oh God, it's time! To arms! take up the fight

     And range your hosts across the hell-black sky--

     Advance, attack in force, meet might with might--

      Deal death to Death--yes,- Death itself must die!    

   A cold and silent night, a mother's sigh--

    The victory of a newborn baby's cry!