Monday, December 24, 2018

Pre-Christmas, Scene 2

Remember yesterday? Well, it got worse. While Fiorella, whose nose is running like a river, was going crazy trying to plan decorations and, at the same time, participate in family conversations, elder son took a flyer when his sweet dog greeted him so joyously that Son ended  up in the ER with bumps, bruises, and a fractured nose. Then, when Fio tried to hang her most favorite ornament, which was shaped like a slice of watermelon, on the swag across the dining room window, it crashed into pieces on the floor, which sent Fiorella into a swearing, screaming, crying fit. But it also sent her outside into the woods, where she walked around a while (spotting good firewood all the way), then sat down in back of the cedar she'd decorated with candy bar medallions for about an hour and thought everything out.

When she finally came back to the house, she didn't speak to anyone. She couldn't. She was still in shock. But she was also determined to get that swag started, no matter what. She did reach her goal and even sorted out the ornaments destined for a swag across las alacenas arriba la mostrador de madera.  In fact, in a couple of hours, she was fairly well back to what passes for normal for her. Then Son discovered that her baby car, which he'd been trying to put a Blue Tooth in, was dead, dead, dead as a doorknob and unwilling to respond to the standard remedies.

But by then, Fiorella was so emotionally drained that she didn't care. Her only hope is that by the Law of Opposites,this  Christmas is bound to be the best one ever.


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