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.
I’ve learned several important lessons in my 78 years.
Never give your American Express number to a shady guy raising money for Bosnian orphans, never eat Mexican food before a 12-hour car ride and never run low on household necessities on the eve of a major blizzard.
Bobby and I had to venture out for toilet paper before the snow started, and the grocery store looked like a prison after a riot.
The shelves had been cleared of bottled water, milk, bread, coffee, beer, baby food, batteries, candles and – for some reason — paprika. They were also out of toilet paper, so we bought a jumbo box of Kleenex and will have to live like savages.
On the Uber ride home, the town looked deserted. I think people have already hunkered down, expecting to be stuck at home for a while. I’m grateful to live in a place where we don’t have to shovel any darn driveways.
The storm was the main topic of conversation at dinner.
Noreen brought each of us a loaf of homemade bread and a pie to tide us over. Jackie said her nephew had a plow and could dig us out if things got desperate. Angela told stories about how she’d go sledding with her brother on a huge hill outside Milwaukee when she was nine.
(She previously told us she grew up in southeast Florida, so I’ll take her sledding story with a grain of salt.)
The Vu says essential services will continue as normal, though the shuttle is suspended and some of our activities are on hold so staffers don’t have to brave the roads. Meals will be simple, buffet style affairs so they can divert staff to other projects. I feel like we’re in good hands.
The first flakes fell just after eight. It’s pretty, but I know it means inconvenience and hassle for a whole lot of people.
That includes my husband, who’s still grumbling about how long it will be before he can get back on the fairways. It could be a long week.
P.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.