How different my recollections of moving days are from the one recently experienced by my exuberant daughter. I packed and unpacked with care taking time to plan for future new furniture for decor. Then I selected paint and rolled the colors until my bones could roll no more. That’s the way we did it back in the old days. . .like not so long ago. You never hired anyone, folks. You did it yourself.
Of course, daughter is a teacher working full time. She attacks with gale force each task; workmen arranged in advance, furniture selected, play yard installed and in less than a week a new home is finished for friends and family to visit. She’s a remarkable woman, this daughter of mine, with her loving generous heart. And as you can see, she can also leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Author Charmaine Gordon 
She sounds a lot like my older daughter, who makes a house a home, no matter where, no matter what. Hmmmm. Could be they got it from their mothers?
Never thought about that, Marilyn. Good point but she still jumps higher and I don’t care.