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Post by texican on Aug 5, 2021 14:26:35 GMT -6
Past time to give the sheriff the video.
Thanks bret for the chapter.
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 5, 2021 18:41:34 GMT -6
Sure is nice of you to give us more so quickly, especially with it bein' summer and all you've had goin' on. Of course, now I'm gonna get spoiled and expect it.
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Post by bretf on Aug 6, 2021 15:06:09 GMT -6
When I mentioned several things that’ve been distracting me from writing, I omitted one large distraction.
If interested, you can see the details in the “Completed Stories” section.
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 6, 2021 18:49:50 GMT -6
You, sir, are a blessing to all of us. A new Smoke story will be somethin' to savor like a good cigar and a fine woman. Or fine wine. Or fine wino. Or ... ah, Hell, I'm goin' back over there to dive right in.
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Post by bretf on Aug 11, 2021 12:02:04 GMT -6
Chapter 35
Kevin smiled at Janice’s demeanor when he and the dogs stepped inside her apartment. She was figuratively floating on air. Glad for her, he wondered if he and Debbie had ever been that happy together. Taxing his brain, he was unable to come up with an instance when they were. Maybe the adage about absence making the heart grow fonder was at work but he didn’t think so. Janice and Jim seemed genuinely happy and in love.
With the dogs secured in her apartment, they headed for church. Janice drove. A drawback of having the dogs in the truck, they left a fair amount of hair behind. Kevin didn’t want it covering Janice’s clothes.
“I’m glad you could make it again.” She shot him a mischievous grin. “But my sister will join us. She doesn’t have to work today.”
“That’ll be nice for you.”
“You’ve met her, you know.”
Kevin glanced at her, puzzled. “Really? Did she come in to the office? Sorry, I don’t remember.”
“Yeah, she did. In fact, it wasn’t all that long ago. She told me she’s met and talked to you before. She also said you’ve texted her and sent her pictures. She wouldn’t come right out and say it but she gave me the impression some of them are racy.”
“What? She told you that? What’re you talking about? I don’t send photos, racy or not to women I don’t know,” Kevin stated.
“Hum, I think you protest too much,” Janice said, laughing.
“I don’t email or text photos with anyone,” Kevin said huffily.
“So you say,” she said with a laugh and pulled into the church parking lot.
Kevin didn’t unbuckle his belt and reach for the door handle when Janice parked and started to get out of the car. He was considering staying there or getting out and walking back to her apartment to get Jack and Jill. It baffled him; he thought the world of Janice. Then she came up with this, a bunch of nonsensical rumors.
Janice stopped and studied him. “Come on. You’ll see. It won’t embarrass you.”
He didn’t move. Janice, still in a good mood because Jim was coming home, couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know that I can carry you but I’ll try if you don’t get out and come with me. You’ll be fine. I promise.”
Kevin stared at her and said, “I don’t share pictures.”
“Not with anyone?” Janice asked. “Think about it for a minute.”
Kevin didn’t concede. Janice looked around and said, “Well, there she is now.” She waved and called, “Hey Katie, can you help me get this big lug out of my car? He thinks I’m messing with him.”
Kevin looked where Janice was waving and saw Deputy Katie Johnson approaching. “Wait a minute. Deputy Johnson is your sister?”
“Yep. So do you still deny sending her pictures?”
“But … but,” Kevin sputtered.
Janice smiled. “Yes Kevin, Kate, rather Deputy Katie Johnson is my sister. She told me you’ve been sending her updates about your new neighbors and your friend Tammy. Not only that, we had a nice chat the other day when she came into the office to see you.”
“She’s your sister? Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asked.
“She sure is. And I didn’t tell you because you’re part of an active investigation she’s working. We have to be careful with that.”
“But you’re telling me now?”
She winked and said, “Well, you know, this is just you and me meeting her at church. And by the way, when she was hiding in your shed monitoring the happenings at your neighbors and watching the naked bimbo ply her charms on you, she thought it was hilarious you answered the phone and called her by my name. We’ve had that all our lives.”
Kevin sat in the car, stunned. The door opened and Deputy Johnson leaned in. “Hey, how’s my favorite undercover informant?”
Kevin studied Deputy Johnson, then turned and looked at Janice. Given time to think and compare, he saw a strong resemblance between the two women. Why didn’t I notice that before? “Why didn’t either of you tell me?”
Deputy Johnson smirked. “Oh, Mister Andrews, we could tell you secrets that’d curl your hair. Now get out of that car. We don’t want to be late for the service.”
The pastor continued the study of First Corinthians. Again he thought it was fitting for him, and his brushes with Cindy and Tammy. The pastor read, “It is good for a man not to have sexual relations with a woman. But since sexual immorality is occurring, each man should have sexual relations with his own wife, and each woman with her own husband.”
Kevin glanced at the women beside him, his gaze lingering on Deputy Johnson, recalling what she’d witnessed with Cindy. And maybe stopped despite his resolve. His face burned.
Following the services, Kevin and the women went to lunch together. Kevin cringed as he considered spending money on restaurant food since he’d been going through more than he liked in preps. He needn’t have worried. Although he protested, Deputy Johnson paid for all three. As they ate, she and Kevin opened their phones so she could airdrop his photos and the video to her phone. Just as she’d done at the range the day they’d just happened to run into each other and he’d left his phone sitting with his ammunition.
“These are good,” Deputy Johnson stated after reviewing them. It’s nice to see from a different angle than I had. Now, do you want some of the photos I shot? I got some nice ones of your neighbor. Or maybe you’d rather I blow them up and print them,” she added with a huge grin.
Kevin’s face burned. “No, that’s quite alright. I don’t need them.” That was for sure. Cindy’s nude image was burned in his mind. He looked from Janice to Katie’s knowing, smiling face and his face burned hotter.
He changed the subject. “I think they’re going to be cooking again soon. Tammy arranged for me to take a first aid and CPR class with her. An all-day class.” He filled Deputy Johnson in on the details.
She or one of her colleagues would again use his shed for surveillance. “I suppose it doesn’t matter if another deputy goes. If you aren’t there to distract, your friend won’t need to put on such a show that’d also distract the deputy. You men are pretty easily distracted.”
He looked away from her, his face burning.
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Kevin opened his binder to a page he’d printed from a book called, Council Valley, Here They Labored. The book had short sections on many of the early settlers to the area. He’d been intrigued by the notes from one discussing food preservation. It was perfect information pertaining to food storage for a prolonged grid-down situation.
He read, “Canning fruit was unknown but much was dried or preserved in crocks. Root vegetables and apples were stored in pits. Holes were dug in the earth, lined with sand and then straw. Vegetables and apples were laid on the straw and covered with dirt.
“Green string beans, in the shell were spread on a cloth in the sunshine until they were completely dry. These were called “shuck beans” and were delicious when boiled with salt pork. Corn was cut from the cop and dried in the sun, also. Most fruits were peeled, sliced, and dried in the same manner.
“Lye was used in preparing corn for hominy.
“Sauerkraut was made in a barrel. A spade, cleaned and sharpened was used to chop the cabbage to tiny pieces. Salt was then added and the barrel covered and set aside for cabbage to “sour”.
“Turnips, carrots, etc., were gathered and piled in heaps and covered with earth to protect them from freezing, and removed from the pit as needed.”
There was more but those were the main points he wanted to review. He chuckled at the sauerkraut. A barrel would be overkill for sure but he’d like to attempt a jar of it just as he was attempting pickles. And as for hominy, while the notes on building the lye still were interesting, he could pick up a few cans at the store.
It appeared it was time to make another run through the thrift stores to look for storage containers, especially gallon jars. But first, he had to start the eggs in water glass experiment.
When the eggs were done, he decided it was time to make “shuck beans”. He picked up his pail and headed for the garden, Jack running ahead while Jill flanked him. As he walked, he looked at the neighbors’ house. Maybe Cindy was sunning on the deck or sitting in the hot tub.
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Post by iamnobody on Aug 11, 2021 14:44:55 GMT -6
I wasn't expecting the deputy as her sister. Thanks for the chapter.
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Post by NCWEBNUT on Aug 11, 2021 19:37:47 GMT -6
Well that cleared up the confusion I had, as to how Janice knew Kevin was talking to Cindy while she was nude.
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Post by arkansascob on Aug 12, 2021 8:56:49 GMT -6
Another curve ball by bret is a strike. Wasnt expecting the sister thing either. Im still thinking bret is setting us up with the cindy and tammy thing.
Thanks bret
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 12, 2021 18:07:20 GMT -6
Another curve ball by bret is a strike. Wasnt expecting the sister thing either. Im still thinking bret is setting us up with the cindy and tammy thing. Thanks bret I like your idea of a plot twist, 'cob.
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Post by bretf on Aug 16, 2021 12:21:34 GMT -6
Chapter 36
As Kevin left his office and headed to the coffee station, he looked around. Though normally subdued due to the nature of business, the office seemed more subdued. Or maybe it was just him. He looked at the front desk; Janice’s desk. The woman the temp agency had sent over was doing a fine job. She sounded, looked, and acted professionally, unlike the previous time Walt had arranged a temp. The agency, the one Walt didn’t use any longer had sent a gum-popping young lady wearing more paint than Kevin’s house. Added in with her morning bath in perfume and inappropriate tattoos, Walt had switched services. The new woman appeared professional, competent, and capable of doing everything she was asked to do. But she wasn’t Janice.
Kevin continued to the coffee pot, remembering the day before and the time he’d spent with Janice. And her sister Katie. He was shaken from his reverie when the temp called to him. “Mister Andrews, you have a call on line one. Would you like me to take a message?”
Shaking his head, clearing it of thoughts of Janice and Katie, he said, “No, thanks. I’ll get it. He returned to his office with his empty coffee cup.
Kevin finished the call and hung up. After a glance at his watch, he pulled his cellphone out and typed in a text to Tammy. “Sorry, can’t make it for laundry this week.” He looked at the message, so short and to the point. He sighed and clicked send.
The reply came back fast. Two frowning emojis were followed by “It’s a good thing I get to spend all day Saturday with you. You know, I’ll be very disappointed if you cancel that too.”
“How disappointed?” he typed. Like disappointed enough to send Thug One and Thug Two over to drag me out if they think I see them cooking meth?
The next message didn’t come near as fast. Evidently, she had to think about her response. That, or touch bases with her compatriots for the proper response. “Just want to see you and spend time with you. And you never know when you might need what we’ll learn at the class.”
“The Good Lord willing, I’ll be there,” he typed.
The return message was fast again. At least fast compared to his clumsy texting. “How about I bring lunch Wednesday and we can eat on the lawn in front of your office.”
He texted back, “I’ll have Jack and Jill.”
Again, it took her longer to respond. When she did, she the message said, “It’s said the way to a man’s heart is with food. Maybe it’s the same for man’s best friend. I’ll bring them a treat.”
Kevin recalled the other time when she’d said she’d give them a burger patty but hadn’t. Yeah right. “OK, see you Wednesday.”
Kevin stared at his phone, dissecting the text conversation. He found Katie Johnson’s number and texted her. “It looks like they’re still on for Saturday. Tammy is insistent I attend the class. Will have lunch with her Wednesday. Let you know if she lets anything slip.”
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Kevin spent his evenings following work preserving food from the garden. After trying the seasoned zucchini chips, he made more. The unseasoned, well, they were palatable and about as tasty as a piece of cardboard. More nutritious, though, he guessed, although he wasn’t sure about that.
As he picked the zucchinis, he saw Cindy. It was the first time he’d seen her since the weekend, and would be the only time during the week he saw his neighbor. Cindy got out of the hot tub, nude, waved at him, and entered the house. The sighting was enough to distract him for several minutes, impeding his work. That one part of his brain lamented the fact she hadn’t come over to talk to him, to give him a closer look.
The next evening, he was back in the garden. But no Cindy sighting. And distractions. After picking the bush beans, he found he had enough for a canner load of pints. More work. When he stopped for the evening, he’d added ten jars of home-canned beans to his increasing food storage. Along with eating more beans fresh, he put all remaining on the drying rack for shuck beans.
As he was monitoring the canner, his phone rang. It was Tammy. “Hey Kev, I’m looking forward to spending tomorrow with you. My week was long. Lunch in front of your office just wasn’t the same. How’s your week been?”
“It was fine. I managed to stay busy.”
“I’m sure. What’d you stay busy doing? Hang out with your neighbors? Or just hang out in your garden?”
Of course, she’d go fishing to see if he suspected anything. “No,” he said, “nothing with the neighbors.” His face burned, recalling the short look he’d had at Cindy’s exquisite nude frame. “Gardening stuff.”
“Yeah? Did you preserve more in case of the big power outage?”
“I managed to get some stuff preserved.”
“Great. Well, I’ll meet you at the Center in the morning. The class is supposed to start promptly at 8:00. Now I’ve got to get back to work.”
Kevin ended the call, imaging the work she was doing. Palming Charley’s dope to customers and handing the cash to his bag man. Shaking his head, he texted Katie Johnson. “It appears to still be on for tomorrow. Tammy called to verify I’d be in town with her all day.”
“We’ll have someone monitoring them,” Deputy Johnson responded.
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Kevin’s mind was in turmoil as he drove down the road towards town. The seat beside him was empty. Jack and Jill were at home. He’d debated what to do with them over and over in his mind. He didn’t want to disturb Janice and Jim’s quiet time and ask if she’d watch them. Plus, Tammy would be with him so there was no chance of her picking his lock again and doing something to them. In addition, the neighbors should be occupied. So, he’d decided they would stay home, but he hadn’t liked his decision.
Despite the class being an excuse to get him away from home, Kevin was glad he’d attended. It was good to review the information and techniques. He’d taken the courses previously, but without practicing any of it, the knowledge got pushed to the back of his mind.
Although it was mostly review, the first aid section contained something he didn’t recall from his previous classes. The instructor called it “stop the bleed”. The gist of it was to recognize life-threatening bleeding and intervene effectively. In such instances, there was no concern about sterile dressings. The instructor stressed to use whatever was at hand, stopping the blood loss was what mattered. The wound would be cleaned and sterilized at the medical facility, but the patient had to arrive there alive.
The CPR potion was also a good refresher. But like every time he’d taken it before, sequences were different. And he got a kick out of the instructor’s cadence for chest compressions. Rather than the one and, two and cadence he’d always been taught, the instructor started singing a Bee Gees song to establish the proper rhythm. “Stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive, ah, ha, ha, ha stayin’ alive.” He pressed the dummy’s chest with each beat.
The other part of the class that was new to Kevin was the use of the automatic external defibrillator, the AED. Thankfully, the machine told the operator everything to do to utilize it. Like the rest of the class, he hoped he never had to put the knowledge to use.
Throughout the class, Tammy appeared to pay rapt attention to the subject matter. During breaks, she was different. She made inquiries about his neighbors, at times making it feel almost like an interrogation. She also made several quips about playing practice dummy for him for the mouth-to-mouth practice. Kevin brushed all the comments aside.
During the class, he made several notes. At the class’s completion, he had a list of all the items he wanted for a first aid kit for his go-bag, along with additional items to stock at home. Thankfully, Friday had been payday, so he’d be able to stop by the drug store and buy all he needed.
At the end of the class, Kevin and Tammy walked together to the parking lot. Kevin had his certificates of completion in his spiral notebook, strategically placed in the hand near Tammy. “Let’s go get supper together,” Tammy said.
“Oh, I should head home. The dogs have been locked in the house all day.”
“C’mon, Kev. We might’ve spent all day together but we didn’t have any time “together”,” she said with air quotes. “Let’s go get something to eat, and not at The Watering Hole, so we can enjoy a meal and each other’s company.”
Kevin considered the request. She didn’t want him to return home, not yet. And when he’d checked messages while in the restroom, Deputy Johnson had texted that a man was in place and something was definitely happening at Charley and Cindy’s place. Considering Thug One and Thug Two, it’d be safer to stay away for a while longer. But Jack and Jill better be safe. “Hum, what do you have in mind?”
“Get in your truck and follow me. Do you like Italian?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said.
The dinner was excellent, much better than anything he made for himself. Still, he remained guarded, noting how Tammy took her sweet time with her glass of wine, continuing to nibble at the breadsticks and olive oil. She was certainly drawing the time out, rather, occupying his.
She was nearly done with both and wouldn’t be able to prolong their departure much longer when her phone chimed with an incoming text. Kevin could see she wanted to look but didn’t. He hoped it was out of consideration for him and their time together. He knew too many people whose phone took precedent, even in the midst of an active conversation when it made the slightest noise. He was glad she didn’t check it instantly.
“We’re almost done. Go ahead, read it,” he said.
Tammy smiled and pulled out her phone and looked at the screen. “It’s from my sister. She asked if I can call her. But it can wait until we’re done.”
“Let’s pay and go. You need to talk to her and I need to get home and let the dogs out. Their bladders have to be near bursting.”
Tammy’s brow crinkled as she read a second message that popped up. “That’s a good idea.” She tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the table. “I really need to go. Can you handle the bill, please?” She looked troubled, not waiting for a response as she got up and left the restaurant in a hurry.
Kevin watched, stunned. What’d just happened? He shook his head, picked up the bill and Tammy’s money, and headed for the desk to pay.
Kevin got in his truck, thinking about Tammy’s exit. Of course, she paid by cash, seeing as how drug deals were always conducted with untraceable money. He started the truck as a fire truck, siren blaring and lights flashing sped by the parking lot. It was followed by another. He started the truck and pulled to the road, pausing, waiting for a sheriff’s car and an ambulance to scream past.
“Wow! Wonder what that’s all about.” He pulled onto the highway and drove towards home. As he drove, he realized he was following the flashing lights, although they were shrinking in the distance. Then he noticed the plume of heavy smoke. From the distance, he couldn’t be certain, but it seemed to be coming from the area he lived.
Overcome by dread for Jack and Jill, he pressed the accelerator pedal to the floorboard. “God, no! Please keep my dogs safe!”
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Post by NCWEBNUT on Aug 16, 2021 14:43:55 GMT -6
Well that ended on an exciting Note
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Post by texican on Aug 16, 2021 16:16:10 GMT -6
Another curve ball by bret is a strike. Wasnt expecting the sister thing either. Im still thinking bret is setting us up with the cindy and tammy thing. Thanks bret bret, nice twist to the story. Katie now on Kev's watch list? These were called “shuck beans” and were delicious when boiled with salt port.Didn't know that they made salt wine. Then he noticed the plume of heavy smoke. From the distance, he couldn’t be certain, but it seemed to be coming from the area he lived. Overcome by dread for Jack and Jill, he pressed the accelerator pedal to the floorboard. “God, no! Please keep my dogs safe!”The dogs are safe or better be. Did the meth lab explode? another kliff to climb. Next chapter when? Thanks bret for keeping us all on the edge of our chairs, I think. Texican....
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Post by bretf on Aug 16, 2021 16:54:30 GMT -6
Another curve ball by bret is a strike. Wasnt expecting the sister thing either. Im still thinking bret is setting us up with the cindy and tammy thing. Thanks bret bret, nice twist to the story. Katie now on Kev's watch list? These were called “shuck beans” and were delicious when boiled with salt port.Didn't know that they made salt wine. Then he noticed the plume of heavy smoke. From the distance, he couldn’t be certain, but it seemed to be coming from the area he lived. Overcome by dread for Jack and Jill, he pressed the accelerator pedal to the floorboard. “God, no! Please keep my dogs safe!”The dogs are safe or better be. Did the meth lab explode? another kliff to climb. Next chapter when? Thanks bret for keeping us all on the edge of our chairs, I think. Texican.... Ah, spell check only goes so far, you know. And I read it and my brain knows what it's supposed to say, not what it actually does say. Anytime my spell check doesn't find problems, I think it's quit working. But it's fixed now. Thanks for pointing it out. I don't think I'd soak dried beans in wine, salty or not. Next chapter: When: beats me. We just loaded the car to take my son off to college. It's stuffed and I'm going to leave my laptop home. But I will take my binder with Smoke Saga Book 4 to continue editing. And a spiral notebook in case Kevin tells me what he finds. In the meantime, enjoy that chair edge! (you know, I just had to leave you sitting there)
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Post by ydderf on Aug 16, 2021 19:12:17 GMT -6
thought I should let you know I get vertigo when close to a cliff. Thanks Bret for the latest work.
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Post by misterjimbo on Aug 16, 2021 20:12:32 GMT -6
Thanks! Very interesting story.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 16, 2021 20:45:44 GMT -6
thought I should let you know I get vertigo when close to a cliff. Thanks Bret for the latest work. I recommend Dramamine for that.
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Post by spazzy on Aug 17, 2021 16:58:12 GMT -6
He should have offered to give her a tick check, would have been the neighborly thing to do.
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Post by texican on Aug 17, 2021 19:57:52 GMT -6
Next chapter: When: beats me. We just loaded the car to take my son off to college. It's stuffed and I'm going to leave my laptop home.
bret,
Enjoy the trip to college with the son. Our children grow up so fast.
Posting a chapter in the future will be devoured.
Texican....
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 17, 2021 20:21:11 GMT -6
I must be getting old - one of the grands leaves Friday for her second year of college - getting there early because she's an RA in a freshman dorm this year. The free dorm room (for being an RA) is part of working her way through college and this summer she's been working double shifts at the upscale restaurant where she moved up from busing tables to wait staff.
Think she might make something of herself in the future?
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Post by kansasterri on Aug 18, 2021 19:04:24 GMT -6
I like to dip my zucchini into Italian dressing and sprinkle them with Parmissan cheese before I dehydrate them.
Earlier in the story it mentions that the hero and his ex had few interests in common. That is not actually the kiss of death to a relationship: DH and I are mostly polar opposites and that means that we need to be CONSIDERATE of each other and to be a bit flexible. For example, I like to cook and DH likes to at. I keep my gardening stuff on my shelves in the garage and he keeps his tools on his shelves. Ron likes to watch TV to wind down and I like to read. So we flake out in the living room and we each do our own thing.
You know, it does not much matter if he likes to watch golf on tv (Which I think is like watching paint dry) and she likes to sit next to him and read sci-fi while while he is doing it. What matters is that they can both pursue their interests
We've been together for 46 years, now
His ex's biggest mistake was to try to stop him from going to church, etc. No adult likes to be told what to do, and he is as entitled to follow his interests as she is entitled to follow hers.
I just had to sound off a bit, as so MANY people try to tell their spouse what to like and dislike! That rarely ends well!
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Post by bluefox2 on Aug 18, 2021 19:31:45 GMT -6
I like to dip my zucchini into Italian dressing and sprinkle them with Parmissan cheese before I dehydrate them. Earlier in the story it mentions that the hero and his ex had few interests in common. That is not actually the kiss of death to a relationship: DH and I are mostly polar opposites and that means that we need to be CONSIDERATE of each other and to be a bit flexible. For example, I like to cook and DH likes to at. I keep my gardening stuff on my shelves in the garage and he keeps his tools on his shelves. Ron likes to watch TV to wind down and I like to read. So we flake out in the living room and we each do our own thing. You know, it does not much matter if he likes to watch golf on tv (Which I think is like watching paint dry) and she likes to sit next to him and read sci-fi while while he is doing it. What matters is that they can both pursue their interests We've been together for 46 years, now His ex's biggest mistake was to try to stop him from going to church, etc. No adult likes to be told what to do, and he is as entitled to follow his interests as she is entitled to follow hers. I just had to sound off a bit, as so MANY people try to tell their spouse what to like and dislike! That rarely ends well! You almost sound like my wife.
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Post by texican on Aug 19, 2021 10:35:12 GMT -6
I like to dip my zucchini into Italian dressing and sprinkle them with Parmissan cheese before I dehydrate them. Earlier in the story it mentions that the hero and his ex had few interests in common. That is not actually the kiss of death to a relationship: DH and I are mostly polar opposites and that means that we need to be CONSIDERATE of each other and to be a bit flexible. For example, I like to cook and DH likes to at. I keep my gardening stuff on my shelves in the garage and he keeps his tools on his shelves. Ron likes to watch TV to wind down and I like to read. So we flake out in the living room and we each do our own thing. You know, it does not much matter if he likes to watch golf on tv (Which I think is like watching paint dry) and she likes to sit next to him and read sci-fi while while he is doing it. What matters is that they can both pursue their interests We've been together for 46 years, now His ex's biggest mistake was to try to stop him from going to church, etc. No adult likes to be told what to do, and he is as entitled to follow his interests as she is entitled to follow hers. I just had to sound off a bit, as so MANY people try to tell their spouse what to like and dislike! That rarely ends well! You almost sound like my wife. kt, Wise words. Congratulations on the 46 years. For the wife and I, it will be 44 years on October 1st. We agreed to disagree at times which can add a little spice to a marriage. ----------------- bf2, You are one lucky husband. Texican....
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Post by kansasterri on Aug 19, 2021 13:22:47 GMT -6
Love and marriage: long may it reign!
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Post by bluefox2 on Aug 19, 2021 16:26:52 GMT -6
You almost sound like my wife. kt, Wise words. Congratulations on the 46 years. For the wife and I, it will be 44 years on October 1st. We agreed to disagree at times which can add a little spice to a marriage. ----------------- bf2, You are one lucky husband. Texican.... The wife and I will celebrate 47 years this Oct. I do NOT ask why she has let me hang around with her this long. I simply say "Thank You" and bring home flowers once in a while.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 19, 2021 17:10:53 GMT -6
April 14 2020 will be 50 for us.
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