Creaky knees and a stiff back!

A while back, I wrote a post about the moving process as it applied to us and our desire to make it as smooth 'n easy as possible by hiring a moving company. A large part of that was due to moving from Barrie to Guelph while another significant part was due to being very ripe old fruits, but the largest part was having moved past the point in our lives where we felt a pizza and a case of beer was worthy reward for the sweat and toil of compatriots we volun-told to help. As a shameless plug for their company, we used Central alum Johnny Rockbrune's family business, Rockbrune Movers, and were thrilled with the job that employees Jason and Donald did for us!

We recently volunteered to help our son Keaton make the move across town when he and his 3 room mates decided to part ways after 4 years together. His new place was a quaint little basement apartment that was owned by a former team mate from his Rugby Ontario days, Kyle Lagasca. Kyle was now a police officer and had recently purchased a new-to-him home with his fiancee. His need for a tenant was jointly satisfied by Keaton's need for a new place, and both were more than happy for a reunion. 

It's always amazing to me how much crap we accumulate over the years. 

Keaton and his room mates have lived at their now former place for maybe 3 years, a 3 bedroom detached house with generous backyard, deck, shed, and single car garage. Once the moving process began, the transfer from the house to the U-Haul truck revealed an astounding collection of how much stuff was his. Between personal items, accumulations due to work, three (yes, three) BBQs, and a variety of fitness implements, it sure seemed like he had the lion's share. We made two trips in the cube van and both were more or less full loads. Once we offloaded the haul at the new place, I once again was gobsmacked by how quickly appeared like far less stuff, especially as the organizing began. Of course, the main advantage was that his buddy Kyle had given him a few places where he could store all of his tools, the consequence of choosing the mechanic's life. I have great confidence that Keaton will quickly make the space his own.

I'm no spring chicken any more but I'm also not really a senior citizen, my sweat-soaked shirt a sign of the work being extended, and my creaking knees later that night reminded me that I don't do that kind of work very often anymore. Keaton's 25 year old joints flung heavy loads here and there with nary a pit stain. Go Figure! The reward for our exertion was a ridiculously tasty Iced Cap from Tim's, compliments of our son, and the parental good vibes that come from helping your kids.

Having said that, I'm sure Keaton won't mind me saying that I'm glad that we're not called on very often to do this! And, even better, there was no need for a workout today!

Yes, indeed, Life is most certainly GOOD!