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Mary Lu – Hickory Hills View

Week 16 – Monday

Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu).  Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee. 

Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

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“Tell me again why we don’t live in Hawaii,” Bobby demanded, pouring his morning coffee.

“Because it’s expensive,” I told him. “And too far from the children. And because you hate flying over oceans, and that’s the main way of getting there.”

I had more reasons, but he got the point.

“You’ve never even wanted to visit Hawaii. Why do you suddenly want to live there?”

“So we wouldn’t have to put up with that,” he said, pointing to the television.

The morning meteorologist, Alan “Tornado” Alley, was so excited about an incoming winter storm that I was afraid he was going to wet his pants.

If Bobby had an enemies list, snow would rank near the top, along with Canada geese, vaping teenagers and his annual prostate exam.

“That storm will keep me off the golf course for days,” Bobby said.

The storm was still at least a day away, but it would be a monster, according to “Tornado” Alley.

(Alan earned that nickname after getting overexcited and passing out on live TV after getting a glimpse of a radar cell with rotation)

The forecast called for at least a foot of snow, with some areas expecting even more.

“I guess we’ll have go to the store today,” I told Bobby.

“And fight that mob? You’re nuts.”

“Don’t blame me if you run out of bread,” I snapped back.

Speaking of bread, I went over to see Noreen, who was in full prepper mode to get ready for the storm. She was baking nut loaves, cookies, pies and something called a Lamington. I didn’t think we’d be snowbound long enough to miss eating a cake I’d never heard off, but Noreen bakes when she gets nervous.

The Vu said it had stocked up on supplies in case we were snowed in for a while. I did a quick survey of our own supplies and thought we’d be fine.

Until just before bed, when I reached the end square of our last toilet paper roll.

I guess we’re going to the store in the morning.

Pray for us.

More tomorrow,

LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.