Coming up next is the seventh part to Diane Richardson’s “When I Met My Hubby.” But first, even more older buds writing serials.
bud Diane started a trend! A few more older buds started writing
serials too. Older bud Ken even said that writing serials encourages him
to come back each week to write even more. We can’t wait to share all
of these stories with you, and we already have our volunteers typing them up. In the meantime, here's the first part of a two-parter written by older bud Jewel:
Cape May – Day 1
So, I don’t exactly know what I am supposed to be doing here. I’m in my room just trying to rehydrate myself after drinking a cup of very strong hot coffee after lunch. I had coconut shrimp wraps for lunch, and they were too good to be true, plus come clam chowder, also to die for. My waitress was charming and was charmed by my words. She took off to tell the chef.
Back in my room; I guess I will watch some TV. I’m tired, it was a long bus trip here. So, I am feeling pretty awful, also because I didn’t kiss the feet of the people who run this place and just asked up front if I had a question. But they all looked at me like I’m a little weird, like I don’t really belong here. And by the way what is here anyway except for an expensive old-style bed and breakfast stay in Cape May that an old friend used to stay at and now I’m afraid that they’ll never invite me again here because I have done something awful just by being myself and being awkward and they aren’t very nice.
They aren’t making me feel at home at all, so quite honestly, I don’t know that I would ever want to be here again. Later I ate crab cakes for dinner, the smell of which turned my stomach. But I ate them anyway because they cost a lot of money and I never thought to say “The smell of these makes me sick, could I order something else” which is what I would like to have done. The cool thing was that I didn’t eat all the mac and cheese and I didn’t get dessert which was huge!
Now I don’t know what to do with my life next.
Higher power, help me. Do I need to kiss your feet?
To be continued with Cape May – Day 2
We now return to our continuing story, "When I Met My Husband" by Diane Richardson Part 7:
When I Met My Hubby Part 7
So at this time I was on assignment as a medical technician at the Family Court at 34 S. 11th Street collecting specimens for paternity tests from women and children on public assistance or welfare. Then the males who may or may not be in the same state, named to be the father or fathers. But that’s another story for another time and you’ll be surprised.
So, Valentine’s Day was approaching, and I wanted to plan a little dinner for Joe and I but I didn’t know if he even knew what Valentine’s Day was, so I asked him and he answered yes, “I’m supposed to buy you flowers and chocolates.” I said no, that’s not for me. Flowers are only going to die, and I don’t eat chocolates. He said good, you saved me a lot of time.
So, on Valentine’s Day he came to my job with a giant teddy bear almost as big as me and a cute little diamond ring. I was so surprised. I asked him if he would take these gifts back with him as it was too much to carry on the bus. He said, “I’ll be here to take you home when you get off.” I asked, “Don’t you have to work this evening?” He answered, “I do.” I said, “I prepared a little Valentine’s something for you to enjoy before you go to work. A nice dinner, whipped cream and strawberries for desert and all your favorites.” Needless to say, he didn’t make it to work that evening. Good thing he was the Boss!
To Be Continued
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