Saturday, February 21, 2015

Getaway

Corey and I had a little anniversary get away this weekend. We spent last night at the Grand America, dinner at the Garden, and then we watched some show on Discovery about a group of people, we didn't know who they were... we were trying to figure it out as we watched with interest... cause they spoke English, but we couldn't tell where they were living, and they did have a peculiar accent... on one of the commercial breaks it finally said what the name of the show was - the Alaskan Bush People!! Well of course that is who they are! They seemed very pleased with their life in the wild, so more power to them. They spent the show building a new home and hoping they would beat the snow. Luckily they made it, whew! ...But their new house didn't appear to have any plumbing. And that's ~ okay. ...for them. I like our plumbing though. So that was fun to see the reality of another family on this planet. (No, we don't get out much), Then we watched another documentary on the Real American Sniper, that was interesting too. Corey read that book on his last trip to Brazil, I started it, good stuff. We flipped through the channels and I'd say whatever thought popped into my head like "that guy looks like a monkey" and Corey would say "I was just thinking "that guy looks like a monkey!"" And we were amazed at how we think the same. :)

Then this morning we watched more tv (cause we don't watch tv at home) about some Tanzanian Hunter and Gatherer civilization, the Hadza - "closest there is to the stone age" here on planet earth. Their numbers are dwindling though, there are only about 800 of them left. That was on Litton's Adventure weekend. The poor guys went hunting for food and after a few hours the only game they got was 3 squirrels for like 10 men! That would not cut it around our house with our little people - What a humble life. It was interesting. And then after that an infomercial for Body Beast came on, that we watched (as we continue to lay in bed and eat chocolates until 10:30) and we both resolved that we'd start to kick it back in gear, exercise-wise. I think Brazil will give us a great opportunity for that. We are going to take morning walks doing laps in the park across the street with all the local joggers. Then we walked around the hotel a while and talked and sat in lots of empty chairs and took pictures of each other before we checked out.
Do you like my executive desk?
It just seems so sad - all these lovely desks and chairs and credenzas and other fine furniture that I bet people don't sit at very often. So sad for the fine furnishings, they don't seem able to fulfill the measure of their creation very well, so we had to give them a few seconds of feeling of use and of service to a couple of hotel guests. It was nice and clean and quiet everywhere though, which was nice to enjoy for a night.
And then we went to the Salt Lake Temple for an endowment session. The Grand America does a pretty good job and being as fancy as the temple, but one of the differences is that there is meaning behind the temple. The hotel was very nice but, but there's no story, no real purpose. At the temple, the physical beauty there is just symbolic of the even greater beauty going on inside with the ordinances performed that make married and family relationships eternal. Cause who would care about living in a nice place if you were all alone? Not me. I want to be with Corey, our kids and our families forever. And we can because of our temple covenants. So grateful to have and have the time this weekend to celebrate our eternal marriage. 

So that was our weekend. The three older kids were at a ward youth conference. They left yesterday at 4 and are still there, they should be home in another hour. The conference included skiing at Brighton, so that is fun for them. The other 6 kiddos had a sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa Wride which they loved. Abi was very upset that they had to come home and the older kids aren't home yet, so unfair. Life is good. And I'm glad I don't live in the bushes of Alaska.