Yes, Fiorella and doggie were alone for New Year's Eve. Fio and Husband had outgrown the accompanying antics many years ago, and Sonia never seemed interested in watching an iron ball drop on a TV screen so you'd guess that Fiorella's New year's Eve wasn't much different than last year's--except it was. Fio's life has turned upside down, and she's still struggling to deal with it.
At least she's lightened the load around the house and cleared all of Husband's clothes out of his closet, and at least Minnesota son was able to get a few bucks out of Husband's treasured book collection at Half-Price, and but there are still more books--and gadgets--to go. At the same time, Fio is trying to consolidate her own belongings and prepare the house to be sold qhich means that some hard decisions will have to be made when she takes down the Christmas tree and holiday decorations.
Thank goodness that Minnesota son was able to clear most of the garage floor because it will provide Fio room to store whatever she decides to keep. It will also save her from having to rent a fortune in storage units until she settles into her new residence, wherever and whatever may by
Fio isn't happy about having to leave her beautiful rural haven, but she consoles herself remembering that she has lived in eight different places in her life (Akron, Waco, UT, duplex, rental house, North Oaks, Parkfield, current residence) so she should be able to adjust to a new home. But, oh, how she will miss her rocks and trees, the wildlife, the spring wildflowers, the thrill of discovering a sun-dappled glen she hadn't noticed before.
Anyway, today is a new year, and your girl will do her best to make it a good year for everyone she knows and doesn't know --WELCOME TO THE WORLD, 2020!
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