Empty Nest

So at last I will be in the category of "Empty Nesters". Sigh, my son has taken the step to move into his own apartments. I have very mixed emotions on this. I wish him well, and I'm very excited, but also there is the overwhelming feeling of loss. He will only be 15 minutes away, I'll probably see him frequently but not everyday. I won't know if he's home safe every night. I must resist the nightly phone calls. I won't know if he is up in the morning in time for work. I must resist the morning phone calls. Will his clothes not be wrinkled? I think there will need to be a weaning off period. I figure that I will be over to ensure his apt is properly clean, provide home made food, ironing service and of course the never ending much despised "advise". I'm pretty confident that he'll do just fine . . . don't they all?

And then, what do I do with me? I have very little to look forward to now. What will I do to occupy my time. I think I will revist and "dive head first" back into knitting. There's also my sewing that I can try to get into. As empty as I may feel, I am also excited about this chapter of my life.

ONWARD HO!!!!!!

Clipping Wings

I took Scooby in yesterday to have her wings clipped. I'm often conflicted on this subject. On one hand, it's nice that she can move about on her own, but then their are problems of having her move about on her on. Having flight capabilities also lends itself to a higher status sense and therefore she tends to be more aggressive and bitey. I can (and do) handle the playful biting, the warning nip, but she has recently been just a bit too much to take. There is also the fact that she seems to be constantly flying to me. I seem to have no peace lately. She recently learned she can fly to the ground to get things she has dropped. Unfortunately there are many other things on the floor that she shouldn't have as well. Being on the floor also brings with it the possibility of being stepped on.

After coming back from the vets office, Scooby was very subdued and quiet. She crawled to the back of the cage and sulked. There was no soothing we can do. I coaxed her out after a bit and cuddled her and showed her she was still loved. And for the rest of the day I didn't hardly hear a sound out of her. She sat on her cage, played quietly and actually napped just a little bit. The Boyfriend and I held her off and on throughout the day. This I had to admit was very nice. I didn't have to worry about her flying into the kitchen after me, flying over to snatch food out of my hand, but I feel sad that she doesn't have that freedom.

She'll adjust . . .snap out of the quiet and subdued mode only too soon. We will be her wings, her taxi. She will be vocal about her needs and wishes. Back to the noise of the house. Until her wings grow out and we have to do this all over again.