My mom, who I think may possibly be one of the nicest people alive, offered her services to help us settle into our new home. My dad has been out of town on business so my mom spent a few days with us. She offered to paint AND clean out the garage.
The only requests she had was for her eye brows to be plucked and the fridge stocked with Diet Coke. What a deal!
She has rheumatoid arthritis, asthma, and she is older than I am and has twice the energy. She really is Grandma Go-Go. Maybe, her secret is Diet Coke?