Relaxing compression.

So, life has been such a rush and so much crammed into such a short time period that Bill decided we would do a relaxing getaway weekend.  Ha ha! there is no such thing as a relaxing getaway weekend.
The proposal was to leave early Friday afternoon - around 2.30pm and go to Buckeye (West Valley on Phoenix) Pick up David, take him to dinner, be at the Temple site for the evening concert at 7pm, and to see the lights at the Mesa Temple (type Mesa Temple Lights in the search box and you will see the spectacular lights they have displayed there), take David back to Buckeye from Mesa, then drive back to Mesa to stay the night and attend the temple early the next Morning (Saturday) and on the way home visit Kohls Store to look at suits for him and then get to the Dentist and then on home.  The time factor alone was mind boggling.  Travel two hours from Prescott to Buckeye, one hour travel to Mesa, one hour at least for dinner, 30 minutes for the concert, one hour to just walk the Temple grounds viewing the lights, one hour to drive him back to Buckeye, then turn around and drive one hour back to Mesa to our motel - and that was just Friday!   Do the math - 7 1/2 hours if all went as planned and a total of almost 300 miles driving give or take before we could go to bed at the motel.  Not too inviting, not too relaxing.  What really happened was this - We left Prescott around 3.30pm+  and drove a little over 2 hours to Buckeye from Prescott, David decided he did not want to go to Mesa to see the lights but gave us a detailed tour of his new housing; so we drove about 5 miles to the nearest restaurant, ate, took him back home and then drove to Mesa to see the lights; missed the concert entirely, and then back to mid Mesa to the motel.
When we got to  the motel, found that there was lots of road construction so that took a lot of time to navigate and then we found the motel parking lot deserted.  Looked suspiciously like a Norman Bates type motel (anyone see Psycho with Anthony Perkins and Janet Leigh)?  Needless to say, I was looking forward to a very quiet night in the motel but they seem to have rented the room above us to a herd of Elephants who spent a lot of the night moving furniture around.  Maybe Norman Bates was upstairs - who knows?
The next morning we went to breakfast at the motel dining room with the usual waffle batter,boiled eggs, yogurt, milk, coffee, sweet breads, toast, jam, bagels and cream cheese.  The only thing I could eat in this spread was the boiled eggs.  Bill on the other hand had a feast.
We drove to the temple and attended a session there.  When we came out there were loads of people on the steps having a wedding picture taken.  Often we have thought (as a joke) to join the crowd and get our picture taken as well, but that did not happen.  They would wonder, afterwards, who are those people? where do they fit in the family?
Bill did not believe me when I told him that it would take an hour at least to get to the dentist in North West Phoenix  from Mesa.  He only allowed about 15 to 20 minutes - it really did take a little more than an hour because there was a traffic slowdown on I-17 due to a crash at Indian School road, so we were late to the dentist.  When we were finished there we found Kohl's store but he did not find the exact suit he wanted so we looked for a restaurant for lunch.  Saw a wonderful Vietnamese restaurant but my husband is not adventurous when it comes to food so we found a place that served stuff more to his Connecticut Yankee palate.  We also found D & I Beads - I have been there before - but when you have your husband with you, there is no such thing as taking one's time to look - so I had to go through the store at the "speed of light" and we left for Prescott.  All in all we traveled around 300+ miles in the space of 24 hours - oh yes, it was a change of pace I suppose, but certainly not relaxing.  I had envisioned driving to Mesa, eating dinner, seeing the concert and the lights and then going to the motel around 8.30pm and relaxing.  Life still is in a blender even when we do a "Getaway weekend".