Written on 2-14-16.
Happy Valentine’s Day 2016! I am in a Mariott Hotel in Moab, Utah. It’s not our hotel room, but the Edgerton’s. Belinda and I checked out of our Hampton Inn to come here where they extended their checkout time to 1:00. Eric is out riding his bike toward Arches National Park, and the girls just left to go for a walk in the brisk, overcast weather. I would be playing golf today, but the Moab course is closed due to the snow (and maybe Valentine’s Day too) just like our home course.
Oh, what a bummer! Now, I have to sit and write in peace instead. And to top it off, I have to endure a miserable view out their window with snow frosted mountains and gorgeous red rocks. Life is hard, but I can take it.
Eric, Amanda, Belinda, and I decided to get away this three-day weekend, and what a wonderful treat it has been so far. Yesterday, we puttered around through Canyonlands, stopping a few times to walk a trail…or go to the bathroom. Must be getting older. Later, it was dinner at the Moab Brewery where we enjoyed some draft beers (all except B) and had some delicious food. I had a patty melt with some onion rings, and I couldn’t even finish the sandwich.
I digress. Who cares what we drank or ate? I am getting frustrated with people sharing every last detail of their lives, so why am I doing it? More important things abound, but this is the trend I see right now when I go on Facebook. I read stuff on there that makes me think, “Well, that’s nice, but who cares? Is that something really worth sharing?”
Happy Valentine’s Day 2016! I am in a Mariott Hotel in Moab, Utah. It’s not our hotel room, but the Edgerton’s. Belinda and I checked out of our Hampton Inn to come here where they extended their checkout time to 1:00. Eric is out riding his bike toward Arches National Park, and the girls just left to go for a walk in the brisk, overcast weather. I would be playing golf today, but the Moab course is closed due to the snow (and maybe Valentine’s Day too) just like our home course.
Oh, what a bummer! Now, I have to sit and write in peace instead. And to top it off, I have to endure a miserable view out their window with snow frosted mountains and gorgeous red rocks. Life is hard, but I can take it.
Eric, Amanda, Belinda, and I decided to get away this three-day weekend, and what a wonderful treat it has been so far. Yesterday, we puttered around through Canyonlands, stopping a few times to walk a trail…or go to the bathroom. Must be getting older. Later, it was dinner at the Moab Brewery where we enjoyed some draft beers (all except B) and had some delicious food. I had a patty melt with some onion rings, and I couldn’t even finish the sandwich.
I digress. Who cares what we drank or ate? I am getting frustrated with people sharing every last detail of their lives, so why am I doing it? More important things abound, but this is the trend I see right now when I go on Facebook. I read stuff on there that makes me think, “Well, that’s nice, but who cares? Is that something really worth sharing?”
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