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The contest's over
I'm in the lead
What I have
Is all I need

Christmas Present

I've written my Christmas sonnet! The premise came to me last week when I got stuck in my second traffic jam of the year. Once burned, twice shy, I was armed with pen and paper--no sense wasting time--and I jotted down ideas every time we came to a dead halt. I'd been afraid that I'd have a hard time coming up with a topic this year because, after all, this would be my what--twentieth?--Christmas poem, but the recent "election" made me think about what horrible pestilences God could loose upon a nation, and I realized I had not only a unique Christmas topic, but could also write a sonnet that fulfilled my vow to keep on fighting for what is right. I'll post the poem at the appropriate time. Meanwhile, stay strong..

Frrom Credit Card to Car to Christmas to Consciences

Fiorella went out to the garage to go through the cars one more time before she called her credit card carrier to beg for her second duplicate this year, and while she was at it, she decided to wash the remains of several foul birds' lunches off her baby car from when she had visited with friend Paula at Dan's Hamburgers earlier in the week. The hose was kinked and the fire ants swarmed her like she was Goliath attacking the Israelites, but she prevailed except for a spot or two on the roof that she hopes will wear off in the next rain. While she was in the garage area, she decide she might as well pull those bags of tinsel rope off the Christmas storage shelves so she could drape the the silvery stuff along the driveway. Of course, this required her to move several panels of wood and fiberboard, but, heck--Fio lifts weights.

Back to the credit card. It never turned up, although Fiorella found a utility bill  and a Christmas catalog in the trash pile on the passenger seat of her car. She wrote out a check for the bill, but damned the catalog to deepest hell. It was a Hammecher Schlammeker--you know the one aimed at people with too much money and too little social conscience.

But, back to the credit card again, Fio swallowed her pride and called her carrier for another new card. It's on its way now, during which time Fiorella is sure the old card will turn up. That's the way the old ball bounces.

Memo to Google News

Dear Google News: Fio wants to make it clear that she has no interest in Jennifer Aniston's uterus or whatever is going on with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie or anything having to do with the Kardashians or the latest scheme the Duggars have cooked up to sustain their faltering brand. Nor is Fiorella interested in political speculation--once burned, twice shy. What she wants to read is news, real news, not fake news, what is actually happening in this country and around the world, with a few uplifting side stories thrown in.

What's Happenin'

Fio found Husband's wallet and hearing aids, which have been missing since he came home from the hospital. Now to find her credit card and wedding ring, which disappeared within the last few days. She had to use cash in Target and her checkbook in H-E-B. Talk about back to the Dark Ages.
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Time to haul out the Christmas decorations. Not only Austin son and his wife, but nephew Barrett and his wife have volunteered to help Fio decorate this year. And Minnesota son and his wife will be coming down from winter wonderland to join us for the big holiday dinner.
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Stand in line--Fiorella is giving away her treasures piece by piece. She wants to simplify her life.    

Co-mingling

Bon jour, mia bella! Como esta usted sevodna? Neenu teluguloo maaTlaaDagalaru. Koennen Sie diese Sprache sprechen? Zdai chen!

Ave atque vale,
Fio, who's messing with you

Happy Thanksgiving, 2016

FIORELLA IS THANKFUL that she pulled through her sorrow about the election and has become a stronger, more determined person because of it. She even survived a second traffic jam on I-35 yesterday, partially because she'd thought about her over-the-top fury on Wednesday and realized it wasn't just a reaction to boredom, time being wasted, and anxiety about missing her appointment. It was because she is claustrophobic and felt trapped, and when Fio feels trapped, she fights back.

On Wednesday, she fought back by making noise--screaming, honking her horn, beating on the steering wheel, none of which worked, obviously. But now Fio feels trapped by the political situation, and she is determined to fight back with a stronger, louder weapon--her pen--and she hopes you will do the same with your own talents and skills.  We must all work together to make our world a better place for our children.

Blessings to you and yours on this Thanksgiving Day, and may your hearts be brave and your turkey tasty.