The yardman hasn't been notified yet and the sonnet is still unfinished, but Fio did get the little gifts out to her friends at Chase, Mazda, and Click yesterday. She promises to do better today.
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One thing that slowed her down was a carefully-worded email from one of her cousins who has been heavily influenced by an anti-abortion movement. Now, as an adoptive mother, Fiorella has slipped back and forth under the fence on this topic for years, but Cousin seems to be taking a rock-hard stand which Fio doesn't like and which probably arises from ignorance.
What Cousin seems to be unaware of is that "abortion" is a medical term that applies to any evacuation of a fetus, dead or alive. Thus, Fiorella's long-ago first pregnancy, which ended in a bloody, life-threatening miscarriage is on the books somewhere as an abortion. Yes, they pulled the offending fetus out of her limb by limb, when she thought they were saving her baby.
Also labeled as abortion would be the evacuation of dead fetuses that mothers used to have to carry till stillbirths--or for the rest of their lives as "stone babies."
Needless to say, Fio did not appreciate Cousin's inquiry in the harried middle of the Christmas season. Yours Truly, who, in addition to trying to make the house merry, in addition trying to prepare it for sale, in addition to trying to save the country from gun nuts, in addition to trying to keep people aware of the child abuse at the border, does not need to get involved in the stupid abortion debate.
Also, it brought back too many bad memories. Fio was shunned in the Catholic hospital and not even allowed a wheel chair ride when she when it was time for her to go home.
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No fire today. Fiorella's tired of lugging in wood and wants to speed up her Christmas preps.
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