Last week was interesting. In addition to Husband's car going out the day after he got it back from the garage, Fio's car going out on the way home from picking him up from where he was stranded (thirty miles away), temperatures averaging over 100 degrees for three weeks straight, and Husband getting stung twice by wasps sneaking into the house via the uncaulked corners of the attic, the word went out to the neighborhood to boil all drinking water.
Yes, there'd been a break in a pipe three streets over and we were instructed to boil all water for drinking, cooking, or ice cubes (which sort of vitiated their purpose).
How odd to realize one would be safer brushing one's teeth with urine rather than tap water.
Fortunately, we were well-stocked with Ozarka.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Happy BD to Me
On today, July 15, her birthday, Fio chooses to revisit one of her first memories, when she was about three, maybe even younger,
She fell down the stairs, but in that split second of falling, she realized that the fall itself, the momentary weightlessness, was really rather exciting and enjoyable, but the landing would hurt.
And that insight has stayed with her.
She fell down the stairs, but in that split second of falling, she realized that the fall itself, the momentary weightlessness, was really rather exciting and enjoyable, but the landing would hurt.
And that insight has stayed with her.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Children
Fiorella is not too interested in who killed Michael Jackson, that is, who slipped the final needle in his arm. As far as she's concerned, he killed himself long ago.
But what she does care about is the welfare of "his" three children. Have they had any education at all? Have they been taught to read, to write, to do basic arithmetic? Do they know anything about history or science? Can they interact with other children?
Five will get you ten that within ten years at least one of them will write a tell-all book--and it won't be pretty.
But what she does care about is the welfare of "his" three children. Have they had any education at all? Have they been taught to read, to write, to do basic arithmetic? Do they know anything about history or science? Can they interact with other children?
Five will get you ten that within ten years at least one of them will write a tell-all book--and it won't be pretty.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Recycled
Fiorella is fascinated by the spectacle of Lance Armstrong once again hitting the cycling circuit, and he seems to be coming up fast in the Tour de France.
As everyone knows, after our hometown hero retired, he divorced his wife and kids (the same woman who was steadfast and supportive during his bout with testicular cancer) and hit the local wildlife scene with pals like Matthew McConaughey, dating big name cuties like Sheryl Crow and trying to hit up local cuties, like Fio's daughter.
After a couple of years, Fio figures the playboy life began to dull--and he missed the headlines. So it was back to the bicycle again.
He may win the Tour de France or he may not. But Fio thinks whatever happens, he loses: if he loses, he loses--and if he wins, so what? Been there, done that.
As everyone knows, after our hometown hero retired, he divorced his wife and kids (the same woman who was steadfast and supportive during his bout with testicular cancer) and hit the local wildlife scene with pals like Matthew McConaughey, dating big name cuties like Sheryl Crow and trying to hit up local cuties, like Fio's daughter.
After a couple of years, Fio figures the playboy life began to dull--and he missed the headlines. So it was back to the bicycle again.
He may win the Tour de France or he may not. But Fio thinks whatever happens, he loses: if he loses, he loses--and if he wins, so what? Been there, done that.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Caffeine High
You've heard the news, haven't you? First butter, then eggs, then chocolate--now caffeine. Yes, caffeine has been rehabilitated. Apparently it's a brain stimulant and can even fend off Alzheimer's to some degree.
Fiorella, who hates coffee, had better revise her beverage menu. On the other hand, there are those who would say that Fio's brain has long since gone south and there's not the least chance of retrieving it.
Fiorella, who hates coffee, had better revise her beverage menu. On the other hand, there are those who would say that Fio's brain has long since gone south and there's not the least chance of retrieving it.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Spam-a-lot
In case, you're wondering--or even if you're not--Fiorella usually works several days ahead as the inspiration strikes her. Right now she's writing this revelation July 8 and will schedule it for July 11. Posting has been lagging late in the past couple of weeks so when the designated date rolls around, she'll wrestle with Blogspot to pop this entry onto the website in a timely manner.
Where does Fio get her ideas, you ask. From everything that is happening around her and to her. Fio is a magnet of weird events--and the causative agent of even more. And if nothing is going on, she has a treasure trove of trivia and topics (Fio adores alliteration) stored out of sight in her blog warehouse to call upon.
Yes, Fiorella will keep a-comin'--just like spam.
Where does Fio get her ideas, you ask. From everything that is happening around her and to her. Fio is a magnet of weird events--and the causative agent of even more. And if nothing is going on, she has a treasure trove of trivia and topics (Fio adores alliteration) stored out of sight in her blog warehouse to call upon.
Yes, Fiorella will keep a-comin'--just like spam.
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