Super Moon, Indeed

Lisa likes to spend some one-on-one time with each of her grans.

She recently flew down to Atlanta to visit our eldest, Lucian (yes, from TCS).

Yesterday was a Scarlett Day (yes, from TCS as well).

Oh, the day is actually a sleepover.

I am a facilitator. In other words, like Hoke, I drive them both wherever they want to go. Then I sit off to one side tossing clever comments in their general direction just to gets some laughs or stir the pot.

So, after spending 45 minutes early yesterday morning finalizing our telephone transition from one Medicare supplemental provider to a new one (because the old one stopped being accepted by the doctors and hospitals they talked us into signing with) – has anyone else noticed that they are all very nice and condescending because they believe that having reached the age where you can sign up for Medicare, you must be wearing Depends and eating cat food — I drove Lisa over to L&G’s to pick up our eldest granddaughter at 11 a.m.

Anyway, after tormenting the two younger girl grans (both characters in TCS) about why they shall never get their respective one-on-one day with their Nona — instead offering a totally unacceptable alternative of spending their upcoming one-on-one day with me (the Dude) shoveling mule muffins in the barn and sleeping there afterwards — we whisked Scarlett off to the Longmont Regency Theatre where we watched a wonderful, animated version of the Biblical King David story in reclining chairs that were more comfortable than the ones at home. I will mention that I selected that film on the recent positive FB review offered by Pete Lenahan, Lenny’s (from TCS) oldest brother. I must admit, the film – a musical – was great. And it was long enough that when we finally exited the theater, we were hungry. So, the next stop was Longmont’s Caprice Trattoria for some fine Italian dining. I explained to Scarlett that this was not a pizza shop, and that Scarlett should expand her palate to something she might order as an adult. I had tortellini with vodka sauce. Lisa and Scarlett split a pizza.

Scarlett did order tiramisu for dessert.

From there it was back to Casa Claire, where I had to get to my afternoon chores while the females made themselves comfortable in the living room, with drinks and snacks and a roaring fire in the Grand Kahuna – Smokey Meets The Grand Kahuna – Age of Aquarius – The Wise Novelist – and Scarlett commandeering my recliner. Scarlett, who is reading the complete original hardcopy set of JKR’s Harry Potter books she received for Christmas, a real coup, decided on a Harry Potter film marathon. Sharing the sofa with the Beagle Brothers, I made it as far as an hour into the second film when I and my hounds had to call it a night and left the two females enjoying themselves with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

I found them there – asleep in the recliners – a few hours later when I was letting the Beagle Brothers out to relieve themselves while I got some solid tree hugging-grounding in under The Old Man.

As the opening photo attests, the first night of the Wolf Supermoon looked amazing.

Anyway, there is nothing Lisa enjoys more than hanging with her grans and constantly confirming just how crazy I am. And in order to make each event successful, I do my very best to play my role.

When the women finally awaken, we’ll no doubt go off to breakfast somewhere before dropping Scarlett back, wrapped in a plaid blanket with a note pinned to it, on L&G’s doorstep.

But before that happens, I need to see to the thirty plus editing emails Anna Hillman has sent me yesterday as she carefully makes one more pass-through Free Radical to make sure the world never learns that I cannot write in the English language – Centaurian being my original tongue, where details such as spelling, punctuation and grammar are an afterthought, given we communicate in binary telepathically.

01010100 01101000 01100001 01101110 01101011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101100 00100000 01000001 01101110 01101110 01100001 00101100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101001 01101110 01101110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100011 01101001 01110010 01100011 01101100 01100101 00101100 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01101011 01100101 01100101 01110000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01100101 01100011 01110010 01100101 01110100 00100000 01110011 01100001 01100110 01100101 00101110 00100000

Which means, “Thank you, Anna, and the rest of the inner circle, for keeping my secret safe.”

But in your head, telepathically, it’s something like this

https://youtu.be/Yj5xkmZD3wU

But a story is a story no matter what planet we are from. And that I can do in any language.

Anyway, I better get moving because I then have to see to Claire & Honey and then make my rounds before breakfast.

Given that four readers came back with yesterday’s blog, I assume we will reach maximum capacity of five under Claire Theorem by COB this evening.

Until then, let’s make today a great one.