Moving On

Fiorella is bursting with happiness--her yardman y su sobrino came over in late afternoon and planted all of those Asian jasmines Fio had bought and been nursing in her garage for three days until the weather changed. Come spring, she'll get another problem area covered with wood chips. Yeah, your Fio is on a roll!
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Earlier in the day, Fio dropped by Hobby Lobby to pick up stencils for the VOTER REGISTRAR badge she has been commissioned to design, and the woman who checked her out said, "I like your button," which warmed Fiorella's heart and made her forget she couldn't find the garage door controller. (It did turn up later).
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Even earlier in the day, Fio had a great time visiting with her doctor's assistant, who was checking up on her regarding the driveway attack on her six weeks ago. Yes, Fiorella is calling it a driveway attack because she thinks the rocks rolled under her foot on purpose. She has not been paying much attention lately to the guardians of her driveway, the ones she would frequently write about before Husband died and her world turned upside down, but maybe they willl forgive her because she's planning to go on a hunt in the backwoods to gather appropriate rocks for lining the edge of her jasmine plantings.
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Somewhere in there, Fio learned that her Medicare renews automatically, which was a relief. She's sick and tired of stupid paperwork.
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Best of all, Fio's calendar is clear for today, which means she'll be able to catch up on things like her laundry and the dining room table, which is loaded with papers again. .