From Junk Drawer to Masscre

Contratulate Fio--she got one of the junk drawers cleaned out. Most of its contents--the mousetraps, the bent tacks, the unknowns--got dumped into the garbage can, and the remainders--the scissors, ties, rolls of tape, and the like-- are neatly arranged in their own open easy-access containers. Heady with her success, Fiorella is now considering making a pound cake, which she hasn't done in ages and never thought she would do again.
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Fio is also sorting through her paperback romances--two sets of floor-to-ceiling shelves--to get rid of the ones who don't move her anymore. Her tastes have changed over the years, and she now prefers deeper, more tangled plots. Also more reality.
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Sonia Dog goes to the vet this week. She's due for a check-up, and Fiorella has just today noticed a lump on Doggie's left breast area. Hoping it's just a giant mosquito bite.
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Elder Son has gone out into the garage to try to bring some order to Husband's haven of whatever-he- didn't-want-to-throw-away so Fio has sneaked over to the TV and muted the sound. She enjoyed Star Wars, lo, these many years agao, but it doesn't move her on the rerun. Again, she's become a reality- kind of gal.
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This blog would not be complete without mentioning the horrible massacre in New Zealand. Fiorella is sick to the heart about it. Why do people want to hurt other people, especially people they don't even know? Especially people who are at a peaceful place of worship? Is it BECAUSE they are unknown? Is it BECAUSE they are at peace?