Vacation starts tomorrow. If you’re a burglar searching the word, “vacation” and scanning Blogosphere for a victim, take heed. We have two big Dobermans who will eat you alive if you try to break in. Actually, they will let you in the house if you will allow them in to nap on the bed while you rob us blind. What you really need to watch for is the old country boy next door who has a big gun and can shoot a squirrel out of the top of a tree in our yard from his front porch. Be warned. As usual, before I can leave for a trip, I had to take a day off to scrub the house and clean out closets and all those little nooks and crannies I normally ignore in case the burglars or my mother-in-law decide to pay us a visit. I have this fear that I will die in a car accident, and strangers will stand in my kitchen and tisk tisk over the dried up lunch meat dated 2001. We are going to Pensacola to see oldest son, so yesterday, I cleaned out his closet and packed up four bags of his clothes and shoes to take to him. My husband and youngest son think that is very rude and the equivalent of saying, “You are kicked out of the house, don’t come home again.” I say the rudeness came when he did not do as I asked and clean it out himself the last time he was home. If I wanted to be rude, I would pack it all up and take it to Goodwill. This way, he can at least see if there is still anything he wants. The boy had two suitcases full of shoes and at least a dozen size 28 jeans. He probably can’t wear any of it anymore, but that is for him to figure out. I am just happy to have an empty closet again. I don’t know why they think I am so mean. It’s not like I boxed up all his soccer trophies and took down all his posters. (That’s for when I return!) It is funny how different people perceive things. Like the way my family and my husband’s family view vacations. My husband doesn’t want to make any plans nor reservations. We just get in the car and go, stopping when we like, staying where we want. All spur of the moment. My family has everything planned to the second and reservations made months in advance. Because my parents are traveling with us, I was caught between husband’s advice to “just find a place to stay when we get there” and my dad calling every hour to get directions to the hotel. It should be an interesting week. It takes all kinds of people to make this life rich and full. The same goes for vacations. I hope I am still smiling when I get home, and that my house is intact.