Fiorella restricts herself to one jigsaw annually, and this year, the winner was Sister-in-Law's Santa Claus puzzle, which is now spread out on the dining-room table. Fio's got the edges pretty well defined and is now working by shape and color.
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Okay, Fiorella confesses that she bought herself a cute little baby doll from the H-E-B Christmas left-over shelf the other day. It was a matter of love at first sight--the eyes, the soft skin, the sweet face. Odd--when Fio was a child, except for the procelin baby doll inherited from her mother (which four-year-old Brother deliberately dropped when she asked him to hold it for her), she characterized all her dolls as adults. PS: Baby Doll has told Fio that her name is Elspeth.
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What with Husband being in the hospital for the fourth time this year, Fiorella has decided to go through her desk drawers and pull out all the end-of-life arrangements to make copies of them for the kids.
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What if Fio's father had died before her mother? Mom would have been up a creek, with no way to get anywhere--to the grocery store, the beauty shop, the doctor, church, whatever--except by bus or taxi.
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While Husband is in the hospital, Fiorella is cleaning out her side of the long, built-in desk in the den. She's filled half a trash bag and still isn't finished yet. When he comes home, Husband will think he's in a new house.
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