What's your opinion?

Last Saturday, we went up to Park City for lunch. After lunch, we drove around some of the residential areas which, of course, brought up the topic of moving back to Park City.

There were many, many houses for sale and if some one had the financial means, now would probably be a great time to buy a house in Park City.

So to my kids, and anyone else who would like to voice an opinion, wouldn't it be great to have a place where you could mini vacation, spend holidays, get away, and hang out? It would be our permanent residence with visitors welcome.

OK, it's probably just a wild dream. But you never know.

Worth the ride

My husband will ride over 150 miles for this meal at Mom's Cafe in Salina, Utah.


Chicken Fried Steak, with gravy, mashed potatoes and a scone. I can't tell you how many times he's had this meal. I know he's been going to Mom's since he was a kid. On an extended motorcycle trip, his first and last meal on the road was this one.

The funny thing about this is that he would NEVER eat anything like this at home. Too many bad carbs and fat.

Validation

It appears that I am not the only person who was confused by the outlandish shade on the lamp in the elevator lobby of my floor. The lamp no longer looks like this:


It now looks like this:


Could it possibly be that the new shade is in response to complaints by floor residents? Or did one of the residents take matters into his/her own hands and purchased the replacement shade?

Either way, I can live with the new look.

What's wrong with this picture?

On our day trip Saturday, we digressed briefly to this place. The building was constructed entirely from materials of a now defunct, local, steel plant. Great building - but we were a little out of our element.

Take a closer look. It's probably a rare day when one of these:

Is seen in a place where this brand is all they sell:


We got more than a few confused stares in the parking lot and the shop. Probably a few of the salespeople thought , "Well, I'm not going to be selling that guy anything.".

So, how was your day?

This is how mine went.

A blue sky, perfect temperature day quickly became a blue sky, perfect temperature day spent on a touring motorcycle.

Our spur of the moment day trip took us over the Monte Cristo loop where the maples were turning to brilliant reds and oranges. There were no cars/trucks to slow us down through the twisties and we were in the zone. It couldn't be any better that. But it was!

After lunch by Bear Lake, we headed back home by way of Logan Canyon. The spectacular ride took us through a narrow mountain canyon dressed in full fall colors. We were thrilled at the light traffic and wonderful twisting turns. Oh, and a river ran through it. Beautiful!

Usually the final miles toward home are nerve wracking with heavy traffic and trucks on the interstate. But not this time. For the last 10 miles, we diverted to a brand new highway where large trucks and 18 wheelers are prohibited. It was 10 miles of smooth asphalt and little traffic. Awesome!

It was such a great day, we're going to do it again tomorrow.

And you thought I was going to whine and complain at how awful my day was.

I'm Confused

The public areas in the apartment building where I live have been redecorated over the past month or so. The new carpeting and wall covering have been done for awhile. With the installation of tables, art and lamps in each of the elevator lobbies, I guess the work is done. However, I'm not quite sure what style the decorator had in mind. The building is very traditional, almost conservative, in architecture. The new carpet pattern leans somewhat towards the traditional. The hall tables are more contemporary.

But the lamps - well, what do you think? What decorating theme do these fit?


How about this one?


Or this?

If you can't make up your mind, does this one help?


I really don't understand this lamp.


But, I'll have plenty of time to figure it out since it's the one I get to look at every day when I leave my apartment.

Playing the Please Game

After several handfuls of crackers, Aidan asked for more.

Grandma: "Can you say please?"

Aidan: "Please."

Grandma: "Can you say, please, Grandma, can I have some more fishy crackers?"

Aidan" "Please, Grandma, can I have some more fishy crackers?"

Grandma: "Can you say, please, Grandma. You are my favorite Grandma."

Aidan: "Please, Grandma. I am your favorite Aidan."

He got what he wanted.