<p>Today, the DH and I start our 30-day trip to the Grand Canyon and back. I’m calling it the Celebratory Empty Nest Trip or the CENT tour for short. Our destination is Tallahassee where we’ll visit our son - the young’un - and take him out for dinner. Apparently he has two intra-mural soccer games, and joy, joy, we get to go cheer for him!</p> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">The sons moved out and yet everything remains the same.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">We’re leaving at the God-awful hour of five in the morning so we can get to Tally in time for dad and son to out macho each other on the golf course. I plan to write while they’re chasing those white balls and losing a half-dozen or so in whatever water happens to dot the course.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">We’re driving our SUV tagged ‘The Black Pearl’ by the young’un who’s convinced the vehicle should belong to him. The poor DH doesn’t know it yet, but I bought a couple of DVD courses on the Vikings and How to Listen to and Appreciate Classical music for us to while away the hours. I can just see his face when we do Baroque music…</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">Hmm, I wonder if we’ll still be speaking to each other by day three.</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">Cheers,</div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> </div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">JC</div>