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Sometimes I think my grandmother likes making us mad at her. She moved furniture, again, after we've said to her a million times that we (her grandchildren) would do it. Does she listen? Hell no. Instead, she gets one of her equally old and infirm friends from the senions apartment building to help her. Yet another soul who should no more be hauling around a dresser than she should. I know she gets some kind of thrill out of doing what she oughtn't. I can hear it in her voice when she tells me that she's, yet again, moved furniture.