HERE AND THERE

Fiorella is in hot water, or maybe she should call it hot blood..... 

Yes, it's the time that your girl has to get her blood checked out, but she finds it difficult to do because she doesn't have the transportation to get to the prescribed place at the prescribed time. GRRRRRRRR!

Wish Fio luck: she's going to try to get to her really great Tremor doctor (it's an inheritance  from her father's side of the family) as soon as possible--or has your girl already told you about it? 

Excuse her, but right now, her communications are are their lowest. On top of the blood concerns, Fiorella is finding it hard to sleep because the weather is so DOGGONE HOT that she can't even take her usual walk around the neighborhood cul-de-sac! (HELLO UP THERE IN VERMONT AND BRITON! DO YOU REMEMBER THE SUMMER DAYS IN TEXAS?)

Love, love, love from Fiorella 💗

 

 

    

 

Back and Forth

 Please forgive Fio for having messed up the relationship between her transportation and the doctor's office......GRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Am hoping that everything will come back together tomorrow.

Your girl started out on her daily cul-de-sac voyage, but had to turn back because she'd left her big pink hat at the house and it was HOT outside.

Sorry, that's all for today, although actually their is more, but Fio has to get everything put back together first. No crockery, just thinkery.

 

 

COMPLAINING AGAIN

 Fio is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED! Nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to talk to. Have even used up all the TV "MURDER SHE WROTE" novels. AND AGAIN, WHAT CAN YOUR FIO DO?  She's supposedly going off on a visit to her blood checker-outer tomorrow, but who knows? The last driver she had was a disaster: she got me to the place an hour early, which the blood people  DO NOT LIKE (and took it out on Fio.)

Your girl doesn't have much to say today because she doesn't know any one in the neighborhood and probably never will. She has lived in a fair number of neighborhoods in her blankity-blank-blank years, but none of them were as secretive as this one!

Of course, life would be better for her if she signed up for a program for the elderly (which she's planning to do), but it would be so much nicer if a neighbor gave her a lift---or maybe a nice, lonesome widower? 

 

 

 

 

SAFETY

 Fio has done something really dumb--but what's new about that? She's lost track of the weekdays so now, she's out of food and Son L will have to drive her to H-E-B so she'll be able to load up again, but what about her patient driver? 

"Why did it happen," you ask yourself. "You usually have a nice list in your bra?"

But not this time.  All Fiorella could think now of was the children who had been massacred in deep Texas two years back and, many years back, her nephew and his girl, just out of high school, walking with his girlfriend across the street from the University of Texas.

The horror has hovered over the whole family even unto the third generation, but Fiorella had thought we were safe now. But we're not, and that is why Fio can't stop crying.

CLIMBING THE ROPE!

Daughter took Fiorella to a ladies wear store today and your girl is proud to announce that she is now overloaded with cute bras and panties. Now to get a some cute tops and dresses and a BIG, CUTE, LOVING DOG!

Oh, Fio forgot to say that she's been playing around with her piano recently again so maybe there's still a little music in her yet............

But most of all, Fiorella needs friends--people who are interested in her and her work--maybe because she was on the stage before she even entered kindergarten. and it stuck.....

 In other words: LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU 💗💗💗💗💗😁

 

 

 

 

 

ENOUGH FOR THE DAY

In her continuing edging toward normalcy, Fiorella has decided to cook herself some eggs, a joy that she hasn't enjoyed since she first moved in four--or five--years ago.  WHOOPEEEEE....except that she doesn't have any eggs right now. Ah well: her grocery lady will drop by tomorrow, she hopes.

Fio has also looked into the backyard of the house and there are a fair number of peaches like she ones she enjoyed in her childhood preparing to clear off the ground, but what Fiorella really want wants to see is the family singing on the porch in the evening again💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

FIO CANNOT WRITE ANY MORE. A FAMILY MEMBER WAS KILLED  YEARS AGO BY A YOUNG MAN WHO CLIMBED THE UNIVERSITY TOWER STAIRS and Fio still weeps for him and our family.

 

FOREVER

 Fiorella's upset. She can't get the University of Texas shooting out of her mind, the one that killed her teenage nephew and still affects the family to the bone. And, at the same time, your girl prays for forgiveness of the young man to whom life had become such a horror that he couldn't see anything else to do but grab a gun and take as many college students with him as he could.

And then there came the half-child who killed the children in their classroom.....

Fio can say no more, but her heart will bleed forever.