Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!

Stevie suggested Fiddler on the Roof to chase the sickies away. But
this good news is really hitting the spot! Do you know what this is?
It's an empty nest. Our oldest just signed a lease on his very own
place! Yippeee!! Granted, it's just up the road a bit, and he will still be
doing his laundry here for a while, but WT and I have not experienced
childless living in almost 29 years! First of all, our plans are to gut "the
bat cave". This is a term of endearment used to describe the boys'
room up over the garage our two sons have shared for the last 20
years. After we use a small forklift to clear the rubble, we will scrape
and paint the entire thing, ceiling, walls and floor. And another perk!
Healthier, leaner meals, since Mr. Meat and Potato Head is moving
out. Yay!! Willow Manor is going to seem a little larger and a little
quieter now, but am I ever ready. Sigh.


When mothers talk about the depression of the empty
nest, they're not mourning the passing of all those wet
towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth,
or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down
the shower drain. They're upset because they've gone
from supervisor of a child's life to a spectator. It's like
being the vice president of the United States.
--Erma Bombeck