Herkamer woke up after having a dream. He war riding on a motorcycle on the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina. Gertrude was riding behind him and as the cool, brisk wind blew softly in their faces, they were happy in love as they rode together. Gertrude hugged him as they road, and they communicated thru headsets that were set within their helmets. Life was grand, and they were enjoying every moment of it. That's where the trouble began.
“Gertrude” Herkamer said softly as he shook her awake beside him “We need a motorcycle.” “What?” she said in a fuzzy tone. “We need a motorcycle.” “Herkamer, what time is it?” Gertrude asked. Herkamer looked over at the clock and noticed the time. He sheepishly said, “Two Thirty.” “Two-Thirty?!” Gertrude responded in an aggravated tone. “You woke me up at two-thirty to tell me that we need a motorcycle!” “Ah, yeah.” said Herkamer as if to say “Duh”. Gertrude glared at him began to turn toward the opposite side of the bed and said in a mother-like tone, “Go back to sleep.”
Now Herkamer knew that if a person blesses with a loud voice early in the morning, it will be like a curse to them, but he continued anyway. Herkamer spoke a little louder, “Gertrude, we need a motorcycle.” He repeated a little more loudly, “Gertrude, we need a motorcycle!” At this point Gertrude knew that she would never get any sleep until she responded in some sufficient manner as to get Herkamer to be quiet, so she said, “Herky, if you are so dead set on this motorcycle thing, we can go look at them tomorrow. I have a couple places that I need to go first. You can go with me, and then we will go look at motorcycles. Now, would you please go back to sleep?” Herkamer agreed, but then couldn't sleep.
Herkamer tossed, then turned, tossed, then turned, and then he tossed and turned again. Herkamer decided to go look at motorcycles online, but before he left, he awoke Gertrude again by saying, “Gertrude, I'm going to look online at motorcycles.” After being awakened again, Gertrude was very perturbed and said angrily, “Would you just go look at those motorcycles online and let me get some sleep?” Herkamer responded obliviously to her anger, and said, “Good idea, Gertrude. I think I'll go look online for motorcycles,” and with that Gertrude threw a pillow at him as he walked in a stupor out of the bedroom door.
Stay tuned for more of the story tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog spot. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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