Those movers; they make me feel older than I am

Do you want to know the quickest, most sure-fire way to feel old beyond your years?

I’ll tell you how. Watch three young men heft and heave your possessions around as you move from one residence to the next one.

I had that treat today. We moved from Fairview to Princeton. These three youngsters showed up driving a pickup hauling a 32-foot trailer. They were 25, 26 and 28 years young. They work by the hour. But . . . they didn’t dawdle. Not for an instant.

Frankly, they put on an impressive display of stamina, brawn and, yes, brains as they pondered how to move furniture down the hall, through the doors, onto the trailer — and then back off the trailer and into the new digs.

I thought it was only “yesterday” that I could do all of that. I once was proud of the physical stamina I possessed. I long ago, however, conceded that, yep, I’m getting too long in the tooth to do a lot of the things I used to do.

Muscling furniture around is one of those things. Sure, I can move a couch from one end of the living room to the other, per my wife’s instruction. I can even maneuver into another room. What I witnessed today was something I no longer recognize in myself.

So, we’re ensconced in our “forever home.” We have work to do yet to make it totally comfortable. Too many boxes are laying around with things in them. We need to find their places. We’ll get it done.

I am tired tonight just watching those young men do what they do.

They wore me out.