Dining and Reading

My daughter, son-in-law, and my two grandies stopped by late yesterday afternoon. We chatted for a bit, and then I suggested we go out for dinner, now that the local restaurants have been operating at 50% capacity for inside dining, for about one month

We took a poll, and it wasn’t easy to decide on where to go, as the grandies had different ideas than the adults did. We settled on a Mexican restaurant, which I had not been to, but my daughter and son-in-law had eaten at.

Last night’s dinner choices were no different in the delicious-looking category, for me and my daughter, and son-in-law. When the food was brought to us, it looked colorful, festive, and mouth-watering.

The grandies weren’t thrilled with where we had dinner, so they don’t count in the equation, as far as happiness is concerned. They definitely count, as far as their presence, don’t get me wrong. I love being in their company, even if they aren’t satisfied with decisions.

My grandson had a burrito dinner, and my granddaughter had rice and beans with flour tortillas. She spread the rice and beans inside the tortillas. I didn’t take photos of their dinners.

All in all, it was nice to get out of the house to eat in a restaurant.

While I might still have your attention, I am in the midst of reading a few books. Yes, I am reading more than one book. It is normal for me. Here are the titles:

The Forgotten Letters of Esther Durrant

The Inventory

The Plague

Machines Like Me

Notes From An Exhibition

There you have it, dining and reading. Of the two, I must admit reading is a constant pleasure of mine.


Copyright Lorri M.

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