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