The summer of 2015 has been a hot one!
At least every week we have experienced 30+ degrees Celsius for a day or two.  It is glorious at the beach; not so much when trying to get any outdoor work done.
Over the weekend, Walter and I (and our daughter, Caylea) helped my step-mom move to a new senior's apartment.  She and Dad had shared the previous two-bedroom suite for almost ten years, including Pepper the cat.  Dinah wrestled with moving, parting with memories and having to give away her companion to a good home (her son, Lance, took the 14-year old cat into his home).  But all of us kids supported her in moving into a brand-new apartment in a 55+ senior's complex, complete with elevator and a garbage chute on her floor.
The two guys from the moving company were perspiring heavily within the first 20 minutes of moving furniture and boxes down half a flight of stairs.  The heat by 9:30 am this fine July Saturday was stifling and humid.  As we helped sort, give direction and load up our vehicles with odds and ends that Dinah didn't want in the moving van, we were also sweating profusely!  By mid-afternoon, she was moved into her new abode with rooms beginning to take shape.
We took a coffee break when her youngest son, Scott and wife and family joined us.  Then they assisted in organizing the labelled boxes into the appropriate rooms and stacked them out of the traffic flow.
The movers were a help but were also painful to watch.  Slow, but careful.  We chose to organize things and set up beds and other items just so they could continue to haul in the heavy and awkward stuff.
Caylea and I made another trip to the old apartment to haul over the refrigerator contents.  Unfortunately in all the excitement and confusion, I forgot the keys, so we made a detour and headed back to the new place.  Sigh!  Details, details!
By 6 pm, the cable guy was showing up to do his "technical thing";  we ordered pizza for a late supper and ate it in front of him, feeling a little guilty but we couldn't really unpack while he was back and forth into 2 or 3 rooms for about an hour total.
Finally, the three of us from my household called it a day.  Dinah had to unpack and set up her home according to her preferences.  Our services were no longer required and we were ready to relax.

Now today-Monday-was cleaning up the old place on the agenda.  In a virtually empty suite, the cleaning went quickly.  In 2 1/2 hours we had everything up to Dinah's clean standards.  Hauling the last stray items in pouring rain (is that better than 30 degrees?), I decided I was done with moving!  I can't imagine what Walter and I would have to sort and downsize in order to relocate.
I am so happy for Dinah to have a fresh start in a new place that she can call her own.
May God bless her!