fiction
Edward w Pritchard
it's Sunday morning and time for a sermon:
So many people of action are always trying to trade up, never grateful or satisfied with what they have. A yearning exists in some folks to have more, look around for better and to be never satisfied. It can be an admirable trait to yearn for better or it can get people in silent trouble.
A good wife who prepares the supper and buys birthday presents for the grand children is not enough for some Men. The wife is not supposed to get older and is shunned if she has gained fifteen pounds over the last decade.
Likewise a wife neglects the fact that her husband who falls asleep on the couch every night at eight thirty snoring has never once hit her in twenty years of marriage. He has a few other good points as well besides not striking her but she is silently dis-satisfied never the less.
It's an American malady to not be satisfied with the cards God has dealt us.
Look at it this way: in so many more ways things could be a lot, lot worse for you. Married folks, accept your partner as they are. Your situation could be so much worse. Wives, your husband could strike you with his open hand occasionally and husbands your wife could change from the sweet girl you courted into a woman who talks too loud.
The marriage vows said for richer or poorer, for better or worse; Imagine for a moment how much worse off you would be now if your spouse had Alzheimer's disease today and you had to care for them. That would be much worse than having a husband who snores or a wife who talks a little too loud at times.
Here's what I wrote before about a second wife whose second husband develops Alzheimer's disease: You could be the caregiver in the story
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Kentucky derby day
Kentucky derby day
fiction
edward w pritchard
Bob and Betty had met for the first time at a party for the Kentucky Derby. There were both in their forties and divorced and both were in their own ways suspicious and cautious concerning romance.
Bob was big, broad shouldered and not overly tall. Bob was a quiet man. Bob's friends had brought him to the party to get him back out into the world. Betty was an expert on horses and had came to the party because she enjoyed anything concerning horses.
A local chiropractor had arranged the horse race party because he wanted to share his wealth and success with the community he lived and worked in.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Bob and Betty had met for the first time at a party for the Kentucky Derby. There were both in their forties and divorced and both were in their own ways suspicious and cautious concerning romance.
Bob was big, broad shouldered and not overly tall. Bob was a quiet man. Bob's friends had brought him to the party to get him back out into the world. Betty was an expert on horses and had came to the party because she enjoyed anything concerning horses.
A local chiropractor had arranged the horse race party because he wanted to share his wealth and success with the community he lived and worked in.
Dr. Mullins, the chiropractor introduced Bob and Betty and Betty helped Bob pick horses. Bob's friend Tul who was a little drunk had sat Betty on Bob's lap as a joke. At the end of the party Bob had kissed Betty as he walked her to her car.
Thirty three years later now married Betty and Bob were driving to the race track on Kentucky derby day. Betty wanted to celebrate their meeting anniversary. Both had on their best clothes. Betty had made reservations at the race track up near Cleveland and they had good seats up in the private dining area. Betty had paid twenty five dollars extra so they could sit at the windows.
Betty had baked cod and Bob had Alfredo noodles in the fancy restaurant at the horse track. Betty picked the horses. Betty won a prize for having four of the top six finishers in the simulcast Kentucky derby line-up.
When Betty got up to get her prize, Nancy who was a nurse, also dining at the race track with her husband Carl, a car dealer, whispered to Carl that she thought that old man, sitting at the prize winner's table with the prize winner Betty, had Alzheimer's disease.
Bob wasn't sure who the woman he was with going down the stairs at the race track was but, he wasn't going to let her carry the heavy box [ containing her prize television ]. After Bob put the box in the woman's car he even got in the passenger's seat when the strange woman asked him to.
Betty drove Bob home, happy she had won a TV as a door prize.
moral/Say your piece though no one listens.
Thirty three years later now married Betty and Bob were driving to the race track on Kentucky derby day. Betty wanted to celebrate their meeting anniversary. Both had on their best clothes. Betty had made reservations at the race track up near Cleveland and they had good seats up in the private dining area. Betty had paid twenty five dollars extra so they could sit at the windows.
Betty had baked cod and Bob had Alfredo noodles in the fancy restaurant at the horse track. Betty picked the horses. Betty won a prize for having four of the top six finishers in the simulcast Kentucky derby line-up.
When Betty got up to get her prize, Nancy who was a nurse, also dining at the race track with her husband Carl, a car dealer, whispered to Carl that she thought that old man, sitting at the prize winner's table with the prize winner Betty, had Alzheimer's disease.
Bob wasn't sure who the woman he was with going down the stairs at the race track was but, he wasn't going to let her carry the heavy box [ containing her prize television ]. After Bob put the box in the woman's car he even got in the passenger's seat when the strange woman asked him to.
Betty drove Bob home, happy she had won a TV as a door prize.
moral/Say your piece though no one listens.
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