Tidying Up

Fiorella's Christmas decorations are about half-way down, thanks to the efforts of los vecinos, su hija, y el novio de su hija, but there's still a lot she has to handle by herself. Yesterday, she gathered all the  Christmas light cords and stored them in a big box, then gathered all the wreaths--eight of them--and prepared them for storage in a another big box. Today, she plans to take down all the swags that she can reach. She'll also have to figure out a way to mark the iron branches of her twenty-year-old H-E-B tree so she can use it again next year--the identification tags on the limbs and the stem of the tree have half-disintigrated over time. (Her first option for replacement is different-colored twisties.)
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Oops. Glancing over at the fireplace, it looks like Fio has at last overloaded the poor thing and killed the flame. So much for her plan of using home-grown lena for heat for the rest of el invierno.
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Fiorella's heart is touched thats so many people have consoled her and volunteered to help her. She is also touched by all the sweet sympathy cards she has received--which actually outnumber the Christmas cards she got this year.
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Okay, Fio will admit she has been putting off going through Husband's desk and file drawers to find financial statements that the probate lawyer says she will need. She isn't worried about surprises--Fiorella handled most of the finances herself--but it just seems so intrusive.
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Fiorella has been wearing a lot of Husband's t-shirts lately. He won't need them anymore, they fit her just right, and she needs extra shirts to wear under the vast wardrobe of his pull-overs she's inherited. Besides, wearing Husband's clothes make her warm and loved.💔