Fiorella has been feeling guilty lately because her overactive conscience keeps telling her to do something creative instead of dragging cardboard boxes down the stairs to the front room so she can sort and label the contents. But Fio, being a good girl, resisted the siren song and invested her time in gathering together her precious writings, then spent half her afternoon going through notes, stupid plots, church bulletins, newspaper clippings, and some truly asinine set-ups for romances.
The highlight, though, was that Fiorella found a big envelope containing information on her heritage which she'd thought she'd lost. Immediately, she emailed the news of the discovery to Cousin Norma, the family historian and promised to send her copies
The stupid notes and their ilk ended up in the fireplace and, in gratitude, the hungry cavern flashed into flame on its own.
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PROBLEMAS:
(1) After making lunch for herself and Doggie, Fiorella drove into town and picked up four bags of rock salt, and, returning home, was pleased to discover she can still lift 25 lb. bags and carry them a couple two yards to the wall of the garage. Pouring the salt into the hot-water tank was another matter, though. Help!
(2) Fiorella just discovered that she didn't put page numbers on several of her early stories. Help!
(3) Every time Fiorella puts down the Sharpie she is labeling her boxes with, she loses it. Help!
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