Deep Thoughts Etcetera

Just to show you how weird Fiorella is--and has always been--she's going to admit to having an abnormal sense of the passing of time. It's always been there, but the one that really shook her up was when she was six and playing cowboys and Indians with Barbara Tromer in the wheat-like vacant yard next to her friend's home. Everything was going swimmingly until Fio got a strange feeling that stopped her in her tracks--she had gotten so involved with play-acting that the whole afternoon had passed without her realizing it.
     The same feeling can occur even now if Fiorella buries herself in one of her projects for too long without a break. Maybe it's a matter of intensity, but whatever it is, she doesn't like it and she's going to quit writing about the feeling because she's getting it right now. Brrrrrrrr.....
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Lolly's grave is about to be reopened. Fio gave up on her a couple of years ago when her publisher, Hachette Group nixed the story line, but times and publishing have changed since then, and Fio wants to give ol' Lolly a second try. After all, those three notebooks full of rewrites should be good for something.
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Speaking of projects, Fio is planning to get the back-yard erosion and the whacko fencing taken care of this spring. In the meantime, she's been clearing off the junky stuff that's collected in and around the woodpile on the other side of the driveway and the back porch.
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Remember: POWER CORRUPTS, AND ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY.