"Who's a smart widdle pwincess? Who is?! Who is! Awww..."
This has been the reality of the Classic household for the last several weeks. The cat, to her credit, seems just as puzzled by Grandma Eden's antics as we are. You can almost see her little kitty mind puzzle out, "am I the princess? If so, why does she not just say?"
Recently, I asked Grandma Eden for advice about finding The One. She doesn't ... she doesn't much comprehend the idea of there being just one. She says find someone who loves you. Or someone who is loved by someone you love. I don't even know what that means, but there is a new romance in Grandma Eden's life these days. Or an old one. It really depends on how you look at it.
So I tried asking Dad about it. I ended up with a 90 minute lecture on why I should be single while young ... or possibly forever.
I started to talk to Mom about it, but then she did this and I figured she REALLY didn't want to have that conversation.
Turns out I was just being dramatic and probably should've done that too.
I went home because for whatever reason, she decided to tell a ghost story to a bunch of people in the junkyard after that and they all thought sitting in tall grass was the best possible venue for this exercise. I really don't understand adulthood.
Granny, Rosetta, and Mona Lisa are similarly indisposed for life chats at the moment.
Oh! That's right, we haven't talked about that! Well, guess what! The Classic Home is now also The Classic Early Learning Center & Daycare! Right now we only have two nooboos that come daily, but they are just the
cutest. They're named Wendy and Roldagio and they're twins.
Lots of times they're gone by the time I get home from school, but when they're not I'll sometimes take one into my room and give them a little serenade. Babies are
always honest about how good your playing is!
The grandmas are happy to have some nooboos to play with and some new neighborhood acquaintances too. They're hoping the daycare will grow over time.
I suspect Granny hates to let them go at the end of the day.
Anyway, so prom was coming up fast. I was running out of time for finding my own duet partner, right? And everyone was way too busy to help me. So I put my inner party animal to use and threw our annual Spooky Day party. Can you guess who I went as?
"Who's a pwetty pwincess? I is! I is!"
I like to think her kitty brain went, "OH! Finally, we found you. Someone please fetch Eden."
I talked to Silvia a little about the issue. She came as a vampire siamese twin with Beppe Bianchi. She said she only manages to attract people who are polyamorous, even though she isn't, and might not be the best source of information.
So, you know, I took matters into my own hands.
The ghost doesn't always shows up, it turns out. Every night that urn is under my bed, I get a little more nervous that I'm gonna get caught. So, I tried throwing a slumber party the night before prom and some popular kids came. Unfortunately they were all in relationships with each other. Ain't that always the way?
Turns out Dad REALLY doesn't like having boys in the house for sleepovers. He even told Granny when Rolagio hits puberty, he's out. I think he's a bit ridiculous. Anyway, it was less of a slumber party and more of a, "um, you call that a party? I have to run home at 11pm now because your Dad is crazy but also very muscular."
Oh well. At least that night someone finally showed up who might be able to give me some advice.
"Well, hello!" she said. "Aren't you pretty! Are you one of Freddie's?"
I grinned, "his one and only granddaughter!" I said. "And a Classic immortal!"
"Yes," she said, clapping her hands together. "I knew one of mine would eventually make it in."
We laughed together for a moment before I said, "So listen ... I need to talk to someone about boys ..."
So, all I'm going to say is that she gave me some pretty solid advice. And then she told me to go to bed and that I'd better put her urn back in the morning and stop breaking rules. I didn't go to bed, though. I peeked through the hallway through most of the night to watch her. It was so worth it.
They both cried. They hugged for such a long time. Mona Lisa was weeping and laughing and weeping and laughing.
Ophelia was silent for the most part, but you could see how happy she was. You really could see it.
Mona Lisa showed her pictures and told her how things had gone since the day she left us. She told her about Freddie and Eden, about Eureka, and about me. She said the nicest things about me. That was when I realized I should probably obey and get some sleep.
So, I did like Ophelia said. I went to prom by myself. And I rocked it.
I was crowned queen, and I floated home on a cloud of happy. I found a gift for me in the yard. It had a little note on it that said. "Thank you. But don't ever do that again. xx ML"
