Yesterday Gertrude made a new “craft” that she called the “bird pen”. She had just abruptly presented it to Herkamer from behind her back which caused one of the plastic eyes to fall to the floor. As she bent over to pick up the eye, Herkamer made a face and said...
“Gerty, um, do you really think this looks...” He was suddenly interrupted by Gertrude who was oblivious to his comment and said, “This will look so nice in your pocket when you go to work.” As she stood and licked the little fallen eye, she promptly reattached it and continued gleefully, “You will be the talk of the office today.” Herkamer was about to object when he could see that there would be no convincing her or arguing against this purpose of hers, so he kept the cylindrical blob in his pocket for now. One of the plastic eyes was cockeyed and looked directly up at Herkamer as if to say, “You better not say a word, buddy. You better not say one word.”
Gertrude continued to rant about how much time and effort she put into the bird pen as Herkamer ate a quick bowl of cereal, went to brush his teeth, and started out the door. For a moment Herkamer thought, “to hear her speak you would think she put together the Eiffel Tower” and now he was the proud recipient of her creation. He started out the door to go to work when Gertrude stopped him, petted her little project and talked to it as if it were real. She kissed Herkamer goodbye, and Herkamer closed the door, began to walk to his car, but was interrupted by Gertrude one more time as she opened the door and said, “Have a good flight little birdie. Tell me all about your day when you get home. I'll be waiting for you.” Herkamer rolled his eyes, shook his head in unbelief and climbed in his SUV. He continued to hear Gertrude talking as he pulled out of the driveway.
Herkamer was not even around the corner from his house when he quickly took the bird project out of his pocket. He was just about to throw it into the back seat when his cell phone rang. It was Gertrude. “Hello” Herkamer answered inquisitively, “How's my birdie?” Gertrude asked. Herkamer tried to answer when she continued, “Did you put him in a seat belt? Is the temperature in the car okay. What about food? Are you going to stop to get some food for him? And water?” Herkamer rolled his eyes but went along with Gertrude's antics. “Oh yeah,” he said kindly buy with a tone of sarcasm, “I'm going to buy him breakfast and lunch at one of the fanciest bird restaurants in town.” “Good, good, good” Gertrude replied. But as he spoke, Herkamer took the bird pen out of his pocket, threw it abruptly into the back seat of his car only to hear Gertrude ask, “Herkamer, I want to see a picture of my birdie riding to work with you. Can you stop and get a picture? Huh? Herky, huh?”
Herkamer's face froze for a moment as if to say, “Oh no!”, and then he noticed that the eye that had previously fallen off the bird detached and was laying in the seat next to him. As the eye looked up at Herkamer...
Stay tuned tomorrow for more of the story. Same blog time. Same blog spot. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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