From the Garage to Roses

Fio does not like having to be a one-person clean-up crew because there's no one there to tell her what a great job she is doing--and no one there to catch her if she falls. Yes, she was out in the garage again, this time trying to organize all the Christmas paraphernalia she carted out there last week.
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 Most of the garage is a guy sort of thing. Fiorella knows how to operate a chain-saw, but the rest of the other periphanalia is a mystery to her, which means she doesn't know whether to keep it, sell it, or toss it. She's always been inclined to keep slats of wood, of course, but now that she's planning to depart the residence, they too will go. Her neighbors will have a field day.
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Confession time. Fio dropped in at Target yesterday to pick up a couple more libretas amarilla, then wandered over to the children's department and bought a few more  cute outfits for her granddaughter. Remember, Baby is her only grandchild, and Fio's waited a long time for her.
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You'll be glad to hear that Fiorella seems to be recovering from whatever she had that laid her low. It hit again Friday evening, but by noon, she was in good shape, and now she feels normal, whatever that is.
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May God bless Fiorella's donella. She was here for four hours and the floors and carpets are clean, the kitchen shines, everything that was out of place has been put back in place, and the house smells like roses 🧡🧡🧡