Fio, determined to get more done each day, raced up to the road to place her Happy-New-Year bag of Hershey kisses on top of the trash to show her appreciation for the guys who the empty it every week, then hurried back to the house to take care of Doggie, then ran upstairs and, stretching her 5'2"as far as they would go, emptied out Husband's filing cabinet, then went out again to take down the garlands from the right side of the driveway, got discouraged by the snarls, and went back at the house in defeat, sat down in front of the fireplace, frowned at the shelves she'd recently rearranged because they weren't perfectly balanced, and depressed and discouraged, fell asleep.
When she woke up, her eyes fell on the very same fireplace and the shelves surrounding it, and she realized it was unbelievably beautiful, that everything tied together. Yes, there were imperfections, but they challenged each other, making a perfect connection that lifted the composition beyond itself. And she was the one who had created this masterpiece.
And that was when she had her revelation, that imperfection could be beautiful and was even more interesting than perfection which, by its stolidness, can be quite boring--cold and boring.
Energized by her new view of life, Fiorella rushed outside to finish the job on the driveway, and this time she took scissors with her and was able to cut the recalcitrant garlands apart until only a foot of tinsel, which Fio couldn't reach with her scissors, was left flying like a pirate's flag in a tree next to the road.
Yesterday, she would have hauled a ladder outside and removed it, but today, she saluted it for its piquancy.
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