Buttons, Contact Sports, Afterwards

As usual, things didn't go exactly as planned--Fiorella put together 75 VOTER REGISTRAR badges, then ran out of blanks. Nothing to do but try to find suppliers on line, not Fio's favorite pastime. On the other hand, it was a pleasant day, she'd cleared out the last of Husband's stuff from his side of the master bathroom, she'd made plans with Bastrop Son to further their search for a house, and her lista amarilla is less crowded than usual. Fio is hoping that this pause in the day's meditation (once an English teacher, always an English teacher) isn't just the lull before the storm.
     By the way--those of you who studied Longfellow in school--didn't you think it was weird that a father only saw his children once a day, and then it was by by appointment?
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Although Fiorella grew up watching wrestling, boxing, football, baseball, and basketball on TV (because her father did) and attended her high school's and college's football games (when she had a date), she does not, in her wiser years, watch contact sports on TV or in person. In fact, she considers them to be barbaric, like the Roman games. Let us instead challenge each other to make the world a better place.
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It was an out-of-body experience when Fio cleaned out the last of Husband's personal things from the drawers under his bathroom counter. Most of the items were medical, but some of them were down-right weird--like the two bowls that look like halves of a coconut. Like the box of purple rubber gloves, (which Fio may yet save and make into some kind of art project).
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