Thirty Years

It seems like only twenty years, but we've been married for thirty years now.  I also want to get credit for the four years we knew each other before we wed.  Those four were probably the best.  Just a little humor there.  She's gonna kill me when she reads this.  I would think that any couple being together for three decades have had a roller coaster ride at times.  We went out to Brick Street in Grand Blanc for a quiet dinner.  I hadn't been there.
It's a nice place, not too posh, but posh enough to be special.  The food was good and we shared a piece of carrot cake because, for one thing they were out of carrot cake cheese cake and secondly, our wedding cake was a carrot cake.
They didn't tell us that they were out of the cheese cake beforehand. they just hope you will order something they still have. That reminds me of a place in Flint we went to years ago called Merlin's Retreat.  It was in the north end of Flint and run by a young hippieish woman.  It was unpretentious. The paintings on the wall were painted on the wall and I only wished I could live my life that way. Wood floors and tables and chairs that didn't match but still went together.  She had a menu but when you were seated the menu was irrelevant.  "We only have quiche and salad."  "Okay, that sounds good."  It simplified things.  "What to drink?"  "Iced tea, water or hot tea." "We'll have the Iced tea please."  I wish that place was still there, or maybe I wish I could go back.
Last night we drove over in the VW convertible and on the way back, I noticed her knees were close to the dashboard.  I said, "The seat will go back," and released the lever.  The seat did go back, and off. We couldn't get it back on the track so Brooke rode home in the back seat.  I guess those little cars are not for us anymore.