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Befuddled Bob




It was getting worse. The store-bought milk was piling up in the oven. And the fridge was full of toothpaste and shampoo.

Bob and Betty had lived a long and loving life together. They'd been married for 63 years and then last year Betty died. Breast cancer. But she went quickly and for that Bob was grateful.

But since Betty's death Bob turned into a different person. He was alone now. Had no one for companionship or to help with the little things and provide for him. He cooked his own meals. When he remembered to do so.

He had become very forgetful since Betty's death. He'd stopped shaving for example. The children remarked upon it. But of course they had busy lives of their own and didn't have much time to look after their addled father. Think of that song The Cat's In the Cradle" and you'll kind of get the idea.

And so Bob spent most of his days in a daze, if you'll pardon the pun. And for some reason there was no toothpaste or shampoo in the bathroom.

This week's Two Word Tuesday prompt was addle/daze

Comments

ReformingGeek said…
Poor Bob. His best daze are behind him.
nonamedufus said…
Carol: Too true.
Janna said…
Yes, poor Bob.

Also, now I have Cats In The Cradle stuck in my head.

Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
nonamedufus said…
Janna: Well it beats toothpaste and shampoo in the cradle.
Paula Wooters said…
To be honest, I'm kind of wondering where Betty ended up. It doesn't addle up.
nonamedufus said…
Paula: Betty's passed on, she is no more, she has ceased to be. She's expired and gone to meet her maker.She's stiff, bereft of life, rests in peace., pushing up the daisies. Her metabolic processes are now history. She's off her twig, kicked the bucket. She's shuffled off her mortal coil.

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