Nightmares, Oklahoma, Politics, Grave, Revision

For two days now, Fiorella has been having some horrible half-dreams at night and whenever she falls asleep during the day, which is more often now that the bad dreams wake her up at night. It's stress over writing the letter to the County Commissioners about her trees being chopped down, the problems with finding a kennel for Sonia Dog while Mommy is at the family reunion, and the dining room still being half-covered with things Fio has to do.
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Fio now understands why her late father-in-law was a proponent of integration. He grew up in a small town in Oklahoma which was half-and-half Anglo and Osage, and there was no segregation. White and brown lived side by side, went to the same schools, and married each other. Fiorella still has a few items from the local trading post if you're interested.
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Hey, hey, Dmocrats, let's not make this an internal contest, but one against Trump, and Fios's betting a lot of people who voted for the Humpster last time won't do the same this time around.
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 Husband's grave marker has arrived, and Fiorella will have to drive into Austin this morning to pay for getting it seated. Cook-Walden is making it as difficult as it can for her because she bought a marker online for about $2000 less than theirs.
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 Ho-hum, what else will happen today? Like Fio's writing, her life is in constant revision.