Sonia dog and Fio went outside yesterday about four o'clock and took a nostalgic walk in el parke, the semi-cleared acre in front of the house. The setting lifted Fiorella's soul--the trees whose dead branches she'd harvested for firewood, the rocks she gathered in the woods and placed around the long-long driveway to protect against erosion, the times she and Husband would tend the area together.....
But that will soon be the past, and Fiorella must prepare for tomorrow. She's been on a house-cleaning spree for ten months now, trying to get the house in good shape to sell well, but it's only halfway there. It's hard to figure out what to keep and what to toss because, after all, Fio doesn't know what her future holds.
At the same time, she must make the most of her here and now, which means publishing her poems, stories, and books as well as deciding what to do with her drawings and paintings. And, of late, it also means going full speed ahead on her buttons and badges which have really picked up speed lately, and might eve turn out to be a money-making enterprise. After all, there are a lot of people out there who like DUMP TRUMP buttons and need to be recognized as voter registrars.
Sorry to burden you with a half-finished post earlier in the day. Fio had so much going on that she forgot it needed polishing.
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