Yesterday Herkamer was awakened at six thirty in the morning to the clanging of loud pots and pans on a Saturday. His first exposure to the day was a “honey do” list provided by his lovely wife Gertrude, and after stirring himself awake, he took one long look at the list and decided that his day was not going to be filled with all these chores, but would be filled with relaxation. He tore the list in pieces and called out to Gertrude and said...
“Gertrude, please come into the bedroom.” She did not respond, so he shouted louder. “Gertrude, please come into the bedroom!” She still did not respond. Herkamer was frustrated, rose up angrily from the bed, and walked into the hallway. “Gertrude!” he shouted. “Gertrude!” he yelled once more and then mumbled under his breath. He walked through the living room, the kitchen, the front rooms and in every portion of the house and continued to call her. Finally, he looked outside.
Gertrude was outside in the dark of the morning dawn pulling vociferously on the mower rope. Herkamer watched as she yanked over and over again. He knew the mower was temperamental and required a certain twist of the fuel switch to start, but he just watched her for a few moments. Then he began to think.
“If I get that mower started, she will be mowing for at least two hours. I can go back to bed, and I love the humming sound of a mower when I sleep.This will be awesome.” Herkamer decided to be a hero and help Gertrude, so he walked outside, acted as though he was a chivalrous knight, and softly took Gertrude's hands from the mower pull rope. With a slight twist of the fuel switch, Herkamer pulled on the rope one more time, and the mower started. He kissed his bride's hands, put them back on the mower, and began to walk inside. Herkamer was feeling quite noble and was readying his eyes for that soft slumber when he heard Gertrude's voice say...
Stay tuned for more of the story tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog page. Until tomorrow...Why Say more?
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