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 swear, I’ve never seen this much snow in my life.
It started falling more nearly 24 hours ago and it’s piled up like you wouldn’t believe. I can barely see the outline of cars in the parking lot.
We lost power at some point during the night. There were some 600,000 customers in the region in the dark for at least some portion of the day. All I know is that I woke up and it was cold and dark and I knew Bobby would be a grumpy Gus without his coffee. So I just buried myself in the quilts and tried to go back to sleep.
It didn’t last long.
I heard the nasal twang of Harriett next door, complaining to her husband that she’s cold. She was trying to call maintenance to fix the furnace, but discovered their phones weren’t working, either.
I don’t think Harriett had ever dealt with a power outage before, so I threw on a robe and took over a couple of quilts and a few paperbacks to get her through. She was still grumpy, but I think she now understands that we’re all in the same boat.
The Vu came by to check on us. They said they’re in contact with the power company and we’re a top priority, but no one can get the power lines fixed until crews can get to the lines.
At lunch, Bobby and I had PB&J sandwiches with Noreen’s homemade bread and he cracked open the can of foul-smelling sardines that the kids got for a gag Father’s Day gift in 2013.
The smell still hasn’t left the apartment.
By late afternoon, the novelty of our rustic existence was wearing off. Bobby retreated to Joe Barton’s place for poker. I had Angela and Noreen over for Yahtzee and pie. When it got dark outside, we stood in the window and watched the snow come down.
“This is bull,” said Noreen, using a phrase that’s a little longer and a lot more earthy. “We pay good money for electricity. I’m sick of this.”
While I, too, was tired of it, I wanted to point out that people in Puerto Rico had been without power since early fall, but I kept my mouth shut. Noreen was just mad that she wouldn’t get to see her stories.
Bobby came home late, finished off the last of the sardines and crawled into bed. He had sardine breath, but I got revenge by putting my cold feet on his back. He was about to yell at me when –
We heard the furnace kick in. The bathroom light popped on. The cavalry had arrived. And I was able to power up my computer and email you.
I just hope it stops snowing soon.
P.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.