I’ve spent the last couple of weeks helping my mom move from her home of 35 years into her new apartment. Luckily she remains in the same city so the familiar geography offsets the trauma of going into a much smaller space high above street level. The location is lovely – mom deserves such a spot. It all boils down to which buttons to press when – from phone to elevator, from parking garage to TV remote, from microwave to shower. Truth be told, mom’s pretty good with all this moving business, and I’m real proud of her.