Yesterday the convincing of a decorating television show led Gertrude to believe that she needed a change of carpet in her house. She moved and adjusted accessories around her room to try to relieve the inner urgings, but there would be no solution except to replace the carpet. Her only obstacle now was to convince Herkamer of her new found desire, and he had just arrived home from work and was about to walk through the front door...
Herkamer fumbled around with the front door for a moment, and since it was locked, his attempt to open it was rejected. His hands were filled with the newspaper, his briefcase, the coffee cup he took this morning, and the cat was twirling around his feet meowing loudly as he dug into his pocket for his keys. “Dad gummit” Herkamer said frustratedly as he dug into his pocket, “Why doesn't she open the door when I come home. I always come home at this time of day, and the dadgum door is always locked?” As he maneuvered to find his keys, the coffee cup slipped out of his hand and broke on the front door stoop. Pieces of the cup flew everywhere, and as he bent over to pick them up, the cat attacked his leg. As her sharp claws attached to his inner calf he shouted, “Ouch!” as he shooed the cat away with his leg. “Stupid cat! What the heck has got into you?”
He finally composed himself enough to retrieve his house key and began to put it in the front door when the door opened briskly. Gertrude was on the other side, and the force with which she opened the door made Herkamer nearly fall through the door. “Hello Honey!” Gertrude greeted with a smile, “How was your day?” Now for any other family this greeting might be normal, however for Herkamer, this was highly unusual and normally meant that Gertrude wanted something.”My day was terrible!” Herkamer said frustratedly and continued, “If I have one more person ask me for anything, I'm just going to bust!”
Now Gertrude had a problem. She knew when Herkamer should be asked about decorative items and when he shouldn't. This timing would be terrible, but she wanted the new carpet. What would she ever do if she didn't get new carpet? She was already having trouble breathing thinking about the fact that she would probably have to be looking at that old carpet for years, and everyone knows that there is no way to exist without replacing the carpet in one's house when it gets older. Besides, the almighty decorating show let her know that she was of little value because her carpet wasn't new and it was now out of style. Regardless of how bad Herkamer's day was, Gertrude knew that the carpet had to be discussed, and with disregard to Herkamer's earlier statement, she burst out with, “Herky, can we get new carpet?” Herkamer stared in unbelief and his mouth dropped open. He was just about to respond when...
Stay tuned for more of the story tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog page. Until tomorrow...Why Say more?
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