My sister makes some bizarre requests.
This morning I was awakened by the phone. She and the other ladies at the vet clinic in South Dakota where she works had a small electronic keyboard in the back office.
“Julie, can you play the theme from Ice Castles for us?”
“Mbtzt was that bmlipkr?” (I’m not a morning person, and I don’t wake up well.)
“You know, the theme from Ice Castles. I can’t remember how it goes.”
“(yawn) Why do you need to know how it goes?”
“We have a keyboard here and we’re reminiscing. Can you play it for us?”
“(grumble) Well I’ll have to go downstairs to the piano.”
“OK. We’ll wait.”
I stumbled downstairs in my pajamas, picked up the cordless and turned it on. I started to search through all of my piano books. I couldn’t find it.
“I can’t find the bloody book.”
“You’re on speaker phone, you know.”
“Great.”
I kept looking…and looking…
“Oh. Found it.”
I heard Janet turn her head at the vet clinic and holler "She found it!"
I put the phone on the piano music book ledge, found the song, and played the first page.
“Is that good enough?” I asked.
“Great! Thanks!”
And that was that. Yet another bizarre request from my sister Janet, which follows a pattern of bizarre requests that always come via the phone before I’m awake.
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