Not My Best Post, but It Will Do....

 Fiorella had a horrible morning, but then she got a wonderful call from friend Paula in Vermont, then was swept off her feet by Son L, who, despite a wounded finger, drove her out to her bank to deposit a nice check she received from UNCLE SAM! Whoopee! Your girl didn't know the government ever gave away money....

Back at the ranch, Fio's over-the-chest-of-drawers TV failed so she applied to Son L to fix it--and the repair took more time and was a lot harder than you might have thought. In the end, Son had to get all sorts of .  Sometimes your girl longs for the simple television of her youth.

Ah, Texas! It's 7:00 pm, but still warm and bright outside. Your girl can't help but remember how she and Ellen and Elaine used to play outside on the Paule's backyard patio until the sun went down. It's a wonder that when Fio trotted off to college, she didn't major in drama--but her life has been drama enough!

What will your girl do tomorrow? Probably write a little more. As she's often seed, she wants to gather all of her poetry and short stories together and get them published, even if she has to do it herself!

Das Deutsch! How about something to eat as in "essen."

 

 

 

Pondering, Pondering, Pondering

 Hey, hey--Fiorella got some action today! Not only did she finish off her portrait of the (India) Indian girl, but also made preparations to plunge into a family painting that she'd outlined several years ago, but never finished. 

Not having transportation is irritating, to say the least. Fio, who is accustomed to taking care of herself, now has to depend on others to go anywhere. No more hopping into a car and driving into town for food or to meet up with friends--or even go to church!

Fiorella is hoping that Son L will have the time--and the patience--to teach her how to pull snapshots out of the new-fangled cameras so she can turn them into paintings. Yep, early in the game, your girl realized  it was easier to take a quick shot and work from that than require someone to sit stock-still for hours on end.

Of course, it may be that no one at all is interested in traditional paintings any more, when photographs are so easy...and cheaper. 

Deutsch. Das Auto (the auto/car). Note that Auto always takes a capital letter, but Das will use a capital letter if, as in English, it is the first word in a sentence.

 

 

NOT TOO GREAT OF A DAY, BUT YOUR GIRL HAS SURVIVED.....

 Fiorella has been spending a lot of time in her studio lately to rework a portrait of herself and her mother when your girl was a baby. Not sure it's going to come out as expected.

Fio doesn't know about where you live, but in Texas, it's so hot that she's only gone outside once today--to see how hot it is....😛 

Okay, your girl will admit she's been hooked by a new TV show--The Prentender--or at least, it's new to her. It's about a tall, handsome man who was discovered as a child to have some sort of weird way to change himself into whatever he wanted to be: a doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, and a lot more. The show is hypnotic (to Fio at least) and, of course, our hero always wins out. Fiorella wishes she had a hero like taking care of her, but then, The Pretender never sticks around and your girl suspects he'll have a bad--but heroic--ending.

 Has your girl ever told you about her easel, the one her Grandfather made for her when she was about four years old and which she still uses today? Gramp designed it that way so that the easel could grow as she did. No chains or nails, just hitches which were lifted as Fiorella grew older.

 Here's a good one for your Deutschland (GERMAN) studies: freundlich (friendly).

 The "eu" is pronounced "oi," and the"u" is pronounced "o,"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A MESS, BUT THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW, FIO HOPES.....

 Your girl is board, board, board! She read the newspaper this morning, finished off two  left-over paintings this afternoon, and, by one gasp, became well aware that she had run out of anything else to do or say except that the summer worms seem to be trying to make a comeback onto the sidewalks.

What's left for Fio to do when she can't go anywhere because she doesn't have transportation?  She would have been better off back in the horse and buggy days! 

Pastor Karl has said that he'll talk to Fiobella's lone opportunity for a church driver again, but there's a height issue: the driver has a big, big truck and your girl is five-foot two.

In the meantime, Fio has been finishing up her portraits of Mrs. Gustafson and the (India) Indian girl, which you're probably tired of hearing about. 

Nothing Fiorella can do but lurch into German. How about dog and cat? "Dog" is HUND, and Fio's pretty sure that the D of HUND is pronounced like an English T.  Katze is simply pronounced in two syllables and the "a" of Katze is like "o" of  English "lot."

Thank you for dropping by. Apologizing for having had a bad day.

 

Pastor, India Indian, Motherhood, Mrs. Gustafson, Deutsch----TALLY HO!

 Yahoo! Our long-time pastor dropped by today for about two hours, and your girl showed off her art studio, then joined the rest of the family in the den where we discussed church news, family news, and the world in general. Pastor's answer to Fio's question about whether there were any good churches of our denomination in this area received a resounding NO, and from her own experience, she agrees. Remember that place that Fiorella tried out in which the instruments were so weird and so loud that your girl refused communion?

Regarding her art, Fio has almost finished her painting of a lovely (India) Indian girl that she's been working on for a while. Back in the day, she painted quite a few of these, some of them commissioned, some of them for my own enjoyment. 💗

Looking back over some old papers, Fiorella found the notation that that motherhood has given your girl  a great deal of poise: nothing can happen to yours truly in public that something even worse hasn't happened at home.

Hey--remember when Fio told you she'd turned out a portrait of her beloved voice teacher? Well, as it turns out, Pastor knew Mrs. Gustafson and is still in touch with her family! Hmm...what next? 

GERMAN: Let's look at a vowel, your linguistically educated Fiorella suggests, and "have" is her choice because is easy: haben  (English "have", with the "a" of haben sounding like English "ma."

Getting a New Start!

   Guess what! H-E-B has cherries for sale! Your girl has somehow missed seeing them for years--maybe they were shipped down from the old tree that stood across the street when she lived in Ohio. You think?😁

What's on television these days? Well, about anything you want, but Fio sticks to the comedies and light mysteries that have a blue line under their windows. After all, she doesn't need bloody nightmares to keep her awake all night. 👺

For some strange reason, Fiorella thinks something good is going to happen to her soon, which would be good news to our girl, who forgot to pay off her credit card and got called on it----literally. 😝😝

 Did Fio ever tell you that she's thinking of taking whatever she's painting outside, setting up shop, and hopefully attract some customers? 

 WORD FOR THE DAY: GERMAN (Deutsch), which sounds like Doich in English--

                                          And Tag is day so you can say Guten Tag!

 

 

 

 

 

COMPLICATIONS

 

WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW--YESTERDAY, FIO FORGOT, AND TODAY HAS BEEN TOO COMPLICATED!

Fiorella has been forced onto this page, which irritates her because she had a good start on a new page for the afternoon and lost it when she tried to look back at what she had last written. BEWARE! 

Anyway, the latest news is that Fiorella has almost finished that portrait of an girl from India that she started years ago, but she was working so intensely that she lost track of what time it was....and thought it was still morning.

George, the cat who loves your girl, has escaped to Fiorella's bedroom to avoid the kitchen, where Son L and his wife are tearing apart some kind of crate they've brought into the house. (Don't tell them, but Fio is hiding too. Oops--there went the sound of a buzz saw....)

 Brother and Fio were talking the other day about the after-school specialty teachers that their mother had arranged for them when they lived in Waco--music and art, of course: Mrs. Sykes for the former and Mrs. Fischer for the latter. Anyone else out there remember them? Do individuals teach in their homes anymore?

German: "The man" is "Der Mann." and you should be able to pronounce it by now.