Flight of the Phoenix

That's probably not the best title for this post but I have spent so many days of the past month in Phoenix that I'm beginning to think I live there. My daughter, Julie, has three young children; in fact, her youngest is my youngest granchild who was born last October and named after me. Much as I would like to claim that I was there to visit the grandkids, the real reason was different. Julie moved from one house in Avondale to another a couple of miles away. Obviously (at least to me) she needed some help in getting things packed, cleaned, etc. We were there the second weekend in January for just a couple of days. Then I went back the next week to tend my daughter Kami's toddler so Kami could work, because her husband/baby sitter was out of town. After her working hours I went to Julie's to help with packing. The next week I returned to Julie's and spent days finishing the packing, helping to clean the "old" house and carrying things upstairs in the "new" house. I'm not excited about going back to Phoenix anytime soon! Sometimes "Granny duties" are extremely exhausting. It has taken me over a week to sort of recover.