Saturday, March 9, 2019

Auld Lang Syne

All in all, Fiorella has now cleared  six yards of Husband's music CDs from the shelves in the den and packed them in bags and boxes to give to Nephew. Ten years ago, Fio could have made a fortune off them, but now digital downloads have taken over. Fortunately, Nephew likes old hat.
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It's odd to glance over at the empty shelves, another reminder that Husband did not make it home from the hospital this time. Sometimes Fio feels guilty because, in effect, she is wiping one of the most important things in his life off the map, but it is essential that she lighten the footprint of the house as quickly as possible. After all, she can't stay out here alone in the boondocks forever.
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Fio is downsizing not only the house, but herself. She "makes do" as much as possible and doesn't buy anything that isn't necessary. Financially, she's okay so far, but who knows what will happen tomorrow?
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Speaking of finances, Fiorella had an appointment with a probate lawyer on Thursday, and judging by the retainer she's shelling out, probate lawyers lead very comfortable lives.
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Su hijo mayor has lightened Fio's burden in all sorts of ways, among them, doing something magic to the stove burners so that they fire up again and showing her the trick to sounding the panic button on Husband's car (which even Husband didn't know how to use).

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