THIS AND THAT

 Fiorella's newspaper didn't show up on the lawn today, much to your girl's sorrow.  Yes, Fio is a newspaper fanatic--you can blame it on her mother, who had a minor in  the subject and passed it on to her daughter, who had a great time writing for various newspapers and some magazines.

Did you know that Fio has also had two books (romances) published. Hmmm, maybe she could write a story about a widow......

Regarding politics, your girl doesn't know which she's happiest about: a woman becoming President or Trump being ground into the gutter. 

Hooray, hooray! Son L was able to not only fix Fio's glasses, but he also repaired her cute little bedside clock, which the cat had knocked off the shelf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Poem that Lost a Rhyme

Fio is calling it a day 

Because she cannot think

Of anything else to say

 

At least this poem is new

The best that she can do

Seen only once-- by you

 

 

THIS IS ABOUT FEELING "DIFFERENT" (which Fio has been since she was a child)

Fiorella is going to soak you with some of her poetry today:

                     Alien

I was born on Venus, maybe Mars

Where people see with different eyes

Where all the stars are different stars

Where the all skies are different skies

My outside, yes, it is the same, 

I've passed for years as human born

And answered to a human name

And tried to live in human form

The difference is in my brain

In how I think and feel and see

In how my heart absorbs the pain

Of my peculiarity

'

Alone, alone, all, all, alone

I scream aloud and no one hears--

 Because I use an alien voice

And you have only human ears

July 18, 1993

SEARCHING FOR A HERO (AGAIN)

If Fiorella could still drive, she'd visit her friends all over town, go shopping frequently, join a couple of good organizations, go to church, and buy a big, big dog so she could have something to love. 

Has Fio told you that her hair is now almost down to her waist? Her mother wouldn't approve, but your girl loves it, swish, swish!

Wouldn't it be great if Fiorella could make contact with another lonely painter? We could comfort and reassure each other......as well as have a good time.

Fio used to be a member of a romance-writing group and she's had two💗 books published, but she doesn't think she can come up with one out of thin air

So ifyou have any leftover heroes, please call.

WHEN WILL THIS HEAT STORM BE OVER?

 Sorry to skip a day, but Fio will blame it on the weather, which seems to get hotter and hotter every day. Meanwhile, George (the glorious white cat) is sprawling in your girl's lap--at his own convenience, of course.

Fiorella is voting for Kamala, and hopes you are too.😊

AAAAACK!  One of Son's little pug dogs is washing your girl's ankles up to her knees right now, which is not appreciated....and neither is it appreciated when one (or both) of the cuties use them as a toilet.

This may be a dumb question, but Fio has just realized that the United States has a unique way to run a nation: by changing around the people in control. Are we the only countries that do this?

                POEM

      Fiorella prays for a friend or two,

      Someone who has a car

      And will take her where she needs to go

       But not too far 😊

     

     

    

 

When will this horrible heat storm be over? 

 

MORE and LESS

Son and his family have gone off for the day and Fio is holding down the house, probably till evening, and she is also board, board, board. To make it worse, as you know, the neighborhood we live in is very tight and your girl has no friends, which leaves her watching TV most of the day. (And the hot weather makes it even worse.)

Meanwhile, Fio is watching Doc Martin, which is still as much fun as it was the first time Ellen Paule and your girl watched it in Waco, Texas, lo, these many years ago.

Fio has thought about visiting Waco and checking out her childhood home, but she doubts from what she has heard that she wouldn't be able to identify anything. Her Junior High has probably been demolished, and she bets that the the High School has also bit the dust. 

You may wonder why your girl doesn't say something about her own college, University of Texas, but the last time she and a fellow PhD tried to get past the bars, it was no/go. 

Hip, hip hurray! Fio has finally gotten the name of the person who can supply Busperone, my favorite pill. Now if your girl can get hold of it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KAMALA FOR PRESIDENT!

 At last, Fiorella has gotten her paints in order, scrubbed off the remnant of an ill-thought-out check of her older paints, and gathered a fair amount of newspaper to cover the floor in case your girl knocks over the water dish. Yes, Fio is a traditional painter, no modernism involved.

Was thinking of Waco High and wondering if it still exists....and who. Wouldn't it be great to get together, however briefly? 

By the way, in case you're wondering, Fiorella is swooning about the idea of a female President and she's bet money on her. If England can have an Elizabeth, we can have a Kamala!

Anyone who knows Fio knows she despises Trump....and that she  thinks he stole the presidency from Hillary Clinton, and will try to do the same for Kamala, so do your best to spread the good word.

Good night, sleep tight 😊