There is some unchangeable law of the universe that if one plans a move, has a baby, is getting married, or God forbid must attend the funeral of a loved one, the weather will be in some way too hot, too cold, or just plain nasty.


I can report that this particular bit of reality was in full force this past weekend. My husband, my older sister and brother -in-law and I (all folks in our late fifties), traveled to Indiana to help our youngest sister and her family move. The temperature was well into the nineties, and on the way there big sister and her husband had to sit out a severe thunder storm huddled in their car and watching light poles being blown down. (These are the same folks who on their last trip to our youngest sister's home had a huge deer run into them and crash out their windshield.)

Despite the weather the move was on. When you take into account the litany of "old folks" complaints among the four of us such as; always impending gout, a recovered stroke patient, an injured back and one very bad knee, I am surprised we were any help at all! I think we were surprised that we helped as well as we did. I plan on never moving for the rest of my life. Ever.

Now...if I could just pay someone to go into my parents home and take everything away on some dark night. Sigh.