GREAT EVENING

GREAT EVENING
Last Saturday evening (November 21, 2009) was one of the big highlights of the year for me. Eleven male members of our family had dinner together, here at Quail Creek. The original prompt was for we seven “Scorpios” to celebrate our birthdays together. Then, I thought it would be nice to include Brad - even though he is a Taurus. (He got in under the wire! A delay of Brad’s birth one more day, would have moved his astrological sign to a “Gemini” - the same as his Grandmother Marie). Not only would it be nice to see Brad, but he could join his Dad Rick, and Brother Doug, in the celebration of their birthdays.
Then, Brad asked if he could bring his boys Colton and Trenton. I hadn’t thought of that, and I am glad that he suggested it. Then, I thought, why not include the whole Maher clan! So, I told Doug that his sons were also welcome. Fortunately, after my late invitation, Jobey, Bailey and Dakota could make it. Tom, Greg and I rounded out the group.
I had reserved our small special dining room with David, the Dining Services Director. It worked out well. The eleven of us sat around the very large table. I am proud of my five great-grandsons. They were comfortable ordering from the large menu. Brad may have helped his son Colton(9) order salmon, and Bailey helped Trenton(7) order chicken tenders. Dakota(12) sat on my right, and he ordered lamb chops from the menu. Erika, a friend and co-worker of Katy’s, was our server. It was a It was labor intensive to take our orders and serve us, but she was very pleasant and helpful, and did a great job. She knows Tom and I so it wasn’t as stressful for her. When Dakota cut into his lamb chop, it was quite “bloody”, and he mentioned it to me. I told him to tell Erika and she would return it to the kitchen, and the chef would cook it some more. So he did. He told her, “I know that I ordered it “rare“, but this is bloody!” Erika did as she said she would, and Dakota was happy.
After a nice dinner and dessert, Greg asked if they would like a tour of the facility. They agreed. So, all eleven us walked around and saw the swimming pool and hot tub; (naturally, the great-grandsons were impressed), the ball room -dancing room, the fitness room (with all of it various exercising equipment);the billiard room; and the wood-working shop.
Then, I asked them if they would like to see where grandpa lives. Of course, they wanted to see my apartment - hardly large enough for all eleven of us to fit).It didn’t take long to tour my area. The way that they studied the photos( they were in many of them) and memorabilia, they must have thought that I lived in a museum.
They all left about eight o’clock, after a nice evening. I enjoyed their visit. I hated to see them go. I checked all of my closets to make sure there were no stowaways! I should have known better, after stuffing all of my “stuff” in them.
RCL - 11/24/09.