Nest for Old Birds

"Empty Nester" was the title of a magazine article I read last week, but I can't remember the name of the magazine or the author.  I also don't recall most of what I read, either.  It seems my memory these days is failing me, along with my ears, eyes, feet, back, bladder, and bones.

What I do remember about this lady's story is that she's exceedingly happy in her empty nest with just her husband and Pugglepoopee, their (Pug/Beagle/Poodle Pekingese mix) designer dog.  In this lady's world, all is well, nothing is amiss, the sun shines everyday, and the smell of Jasmine greets her every morning as she skips through the park that surrounds her life.  Skip, skip..skip, skip, skip. Nap.

The children are gone now, but does she worry about them?  Nah!  Withering family values, weird weather, wackos in Washington, worthless reality tv, wild-eyed, crazy foreign leaders with nuclear bombs don't concern her.  There is no place for them in her perfect little world.  She has her nest, her husband, Pugglepoopee, and the entire rest of the day to fill with, with...what was the question?  It's her memory.  Not so good anymore, but other than that tiny little teeny weeny thing and a few wrinkles and   a chicken-waddle neck,  life is wonderful.  No,  really it is.  Is it time for a nap yet?

While Happy Empty Nester is napping, I'd like to whisper to you why I'm bothered by her story.  She's lying to us.  Shhhhhhhh.  She doesn't know that we know she's lying,  so if it makes her feel better to pretend that all is well,  let's not spoil her illusion. 

Nap is over.  Now what?  Well, she could always clean the twigs and leaves again or maybe volunteer at the Nest for Old Birds, or she could write another article about how exceedingly happy she is in her empty nest.  That'll take a few hours and then it'll be time for a nap again.