House-hunting Blues

Fio did not care for the new houses she and Bastrop son looked at yesterday. They seemed artificial, like they'd been furnished by HGTV. Maybe she and Son should be checking out gently-used older houses--places that look like homes rather than advertisements, places that Fiorella and her son's family could make suit their fancy, or, as HGTV would say--"put their own stamp on."
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While he was here at the house, Son took care of Fiorella's to-do list by advising her on an investment fund, taking down the Halloween decorations she couldn't reach, uncapping the Tide pumpkin she couldn't handle, and forcing a delinquent lens back into her best eyeglasses. Then, on the way home from the house search, they worked together filling the vase on Husband's grave marker with never-die carnations and foliage🧡🧡
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According to her calendar, today will be a slow one for Fiorella, which, as you well know, means that all hell will break loose. On the other hand, maybe the day will be ginger-peachy and she can catch up on her reading. (Insert hilarious laughter emoji)
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Getting back to house-hunting, Fio remembers that their rental landlord, a realtor, helped Fio and Husband find their first home, and that she and Husband found their second home themselves by searching the school district they were interested in, then hired a realtor friend to complete the deal.
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Although, truth to tell, Sonia Dog is inside most of the time, she has never lived anywhere than on a five-acre tract and will have a problem adjusting to neighbors who are only a couple of yards away. Whatever, Fiorella isn't going anywhere without her darling.