Just when your girl was starting to relax regarding her newspaper.....it didn't turn up on Sunday. SUNDAY! THE DAY YOU'D THINK MOST LIKELY IT WOULD SHOW UP IF NOT ANY OTHER! O M G--if Fio had only kept track of how many newspapers she'd paid for and not received, she'd be able to buy the joint.
But Fiorella doesn't have time to dwell on the iniquities of the American Statesman because...blow the trumpets...she's going to church this morning. Yes, the Lutheran one nearest her house that only has about thirty-five parishioners. (She's saving the Methodist church, which must be at least two-hundred strong, for choir practice.)
In her spare time (which is ALL the time), Fio is going to try to build a shelf to put her cosmetics in....and another one for her stray papers. Wood would be ideal, but she's more likely to wind up with cardboard boxes.
This is NOT your girl's good day! That (Missouri Synod) Lutheran church she visited was NOT like the Missouri Synod of her youth, but more like the traveling "revivalists" that, when she was a kid in Waco, would park at a bare intersection and set up their tents. What a disappointment--today's minister couldn't stop talking and the musicians drowned out the congregation. Guess Fio will have to stick with the Methodists for a while.
In the meantime, she is crying and consoling herself with chocolate.
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