Wow--what a day! The weather was dreary, but Fiorella had a lovely visit with Daughter and Beau, who drove up from Austin. Your girl led through the house and garage to show off what has been done to prepare for the upcoming move, but, after the twosome left, she realized she'd misplaced her good glasses and, although she traced and retraced her steps, her search was in vain--nothing to do but settle down to finish off her brother's birthday present. Then she got a call from Son L reminded her that she was supposed to call a crew tomorrow to get the house ready to be photographed in December. This frightens Fiorella. A crew? She'd always done everything herself on all her other moves. She doesn't like giving over her house to other people. And she 's afraid strangers won't value her treasures. And he's also afraid things will get packed and stay packed for months.
And, regarding a new residence, Fio is afraid she'll have to settle for not just second best, but third or fourth best. All the houses her realtor has shown her on line are three-bedroom homes, and she wants at least four bedrooms Also, frontal photos of houses don't mean a thing to her. She wants to see the floor plans.
But first of all, she wants to find her good glasses.
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