The Truth and Nothing But

MR. ROGERS: Older Son was mesmerized by him, but Fio thought he was weird--until she saw his puppet opera and realized she too could write an opera, but her opera, of course, would be for the women in her choral group. And she did--The Three Little Pigs, which was performed at a couple of day-care centers and old-age homes. Fio, of course, not only wrote the music and the lyrics, but also made the scenery and the head-pieces. The three houses are long gone, but the porcine ears and tails are are still around here somewhere. Hopefully, the score is too. (PS: Fio played the wolf.)
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Dogs exist to love and be loved. Every home should come equipped with one.
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Fiorella has been assigned to this world so therefore she is responsible for it. She will do her best.
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Undocumented immigrants are probably the safest drivers on the road. They don't want to be stopped and asked for their driver's licenses.
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Some guys look just as ridiculous with beards as they did with mohawks. A combination is even worse,

Fio's Dream

Fiorella had an unnerving dream just before she woke up this morning.  She was in Austin, driving south on North Lamar, one of her favored routes, but the road morphed into a hilly highway in a rural setting, and Fiorella realized she was driving much too fast--over the speed limit and gaining.  She let up on the accelerator, but there were cars in front of her and she assumed she would crash into them.  For some strange reason, she didn't use her brake, but there was no crash, although she did pass through a red light.

Fio forgets where she was going, maybe to UT for a gathering of some sort--a conference?  All she remembers is the crowd.  She couldn't find her car afterwards (a frequent occurrence in her dreams about UT) so she accepted the offer of a nice woman she'd never seen before to give her a ride home.  The traffic was horrific in the area, and the woman couldn't get out of it.  She parked the car and said she was going for help, but after a while, Fiorella realized she wasn't going to return.  A little man approached her, but she was suspicious of him.

Fio has no idea how she got home, but when she did, she discovered $250 was missing from her purse--the woman, the little man, the crowd?  Who knows.

The interesting thing is that Fiorella never panicked, although her heart did beat faster when she was speeding downhill toward the other cars.

Close Shave

People, for the sake of Fio's nerves and your own lives, please do not stride up the road with music in your ears.

Fiorella burst out of her driveway yesterday morning, quickly looked both ways, and started to swing onto the road. a narrow two-lane affair that doesn't even have a yellow stripe down the middle.  Oops--she missed something, an older woman who might have been dressed in camouflage for all that Fio had seen her.  Eyes focused straight ahead and ears plugged with a iPod buds, she never did see Fio.

This one got by unscathed, but what about the next one?