Odds and Ends Again

Congratulate Fiorella! She got herself out of her own pickle.
    Your girl has been parking both her cars outside lately to make more room for moving boxes in the garage, and that's never been a problem until yesterday, when she didn't gage the length of the concrete parking area correctly and jumped the Mercedes' front wheels off of it and into the woods.
     Panic--no matter how much she gunned the engine, she couldn't get the wheels to roll back onto the cement again.
    Her first thought was to call neighbor Michael, who has often rescued her, but apparently he is out of the country, which left Fio nothing to do but sleep on the the problem.
     Then--voila--her nighttime brain told her to check out the ground around the parking area to see if it was cleared out enough that she could move further into the forest, which would give her a better chance of backing the car up onto the concrete.
     Holding her breath, she studied the site the next morning, then drove forward onto higher land, gunned the engine and--thank you, God--the big car scooted back up out of the woods and onto the driveway again.
     Fiorella parked more carefully this time.
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Fio's down to the nitty-gritty with her preparations to move out of the house--she's going through her jewelry boxes. Yes, boxes. At one time, your girl wouldn't leave the house without jangling.
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As a child, Fiorella once asked her mother why she never said she loved her, and Mom explained that the word itself was cheap, that one  proved love by one's actions. "Hate" was also a word Mom didn't use, which was more understandable.
     Fio is more lax in her use of both words and does use love and hate as slang, but holds them tight when it comes to relationships.