Saturday, April 6, 2013
The Burkes Get Project #4 Too (Photostory)
Kendra's sitting on the edge of her bed. She's not feeling the greatest today. She is so ready for this pregnancy to be over.
She stares at the unfinished nursery. Her husband has been so busy at the hospital, he hasn't had time to finish painting the room. If he doesn't hurry, the baby will be here before it gets done.
"Honey?" (Nathanial just arriving home)
"In the bedroom." (Kendra)
"Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" (Nathaniel)
"Like the Goodyear blimp." (Kendra)
"I really wish you wouldn't say things like that." (Nathaniel)
Nathaniel makes his way to the bed to sit next to Kendra.
"You are still my very gorgeous wife." (Nathaniel)
"I just can't wait to see my feet again. What do they look like? I swear I don't remember." (Kendra)
Nathaniel ignores her.
"Aren't you going to ask me about the cradle?" (Nathaniel)
"That's right. I almost forgot. That's another thing. I can't wait to get my memory back, either. I seem to be forgetting everything lately." (Kendra)
Nathaniel can tell his wife just needs a hug.
He slides a little closer and puts his arms around her.
"Honey, hang in there, this will all be over very soon." (Nathaniel)
"I know. I know. Nine months just seems like an eternity." (Kendra)
"Now tell me about the cradle." (Kendra)
Project three will probably be my favorite out of the bunch. It is going to be an upright piano. I've been wanting a doll sized one for awhile. There's the Gloria grand piano that is sold on ebay. I've almost bought it a million times. It's very well done, but I really wanted an upright. I learned to play the piano on an upright and somehow my mom got her hands on a used one, so I could have one at home. My mom was, and still is, really good at tracking down the bargains.
I am dedicating this piece to my piano teacher, Mrs. Edwards. May she rest in peace. She was an incredible classical pianist, and a pretty strict piano teacher. She was an African American woman probably in her late sixties, early seventies. "Do it again." Those three words are etched into my brain. That was her favorite phrase.
Lots more to do to this piece, but I wanted to share my progress.
Last, but not least, Bruce and I made homemade doggy biscuits, so he could share some with the neighborhood dogs. Lolly, the dog next door, was thrilled. Bruce knows how to make friends.
These are made with peanut butter, whole wheat flour, and oatmeal. It anyone is interested in the recipe, let me know. I was tempted to taste one, but without any sugar, I knew it was not going to taste so great. Hey, I heard that. Who said, "She needs to get a life."?