Out to Eat

Last night we went out to eat. No, we didn't go Out. To. Eat. We simply had dinner somewhere else besides home.

So? Here's the deal. We live in a resort area with lots of Wonderful places to eat. What we don't have - or at least I have always said - is the little ordinary place, a diner maybe, with reasonable prices, where you can go and get a nice evening meal when it is almost 7 when Dean gets home and I've been busy all day or maybe neither one of us wants to cook. Ordinary.

Dean does list them for me occasionally but I am still skeptical. Our summer crowds went home on Labor Day. There are a few tourists left but not many. And so we drove into town and went to Rosie's for the first time in a long time. I had a salad, Dean had soup and we split his plate of fried chicken. I had half a breast and half his zucchini and mashed potatoes. Perfect. Small, ordinary meal. We sat on the deck and watched the sunset over the lake and the dragonflies arrive. A little bird settled down on the rail over Dean's shoulder and just sat there for a long time before flying away.

We ate, we came home. So simple and easy and ordinary. And somebody else cooked and cleaned up.  Thank you! ~ with blessings