In the background I can hear Ms. Sassafrass playing cards with her Papa. He never plays cards.....ever. She has him wrapped around her little finger. Her blonde locks, blue eyes and a perfect sprinkling of freckles across her nose melts his heart.
She is making up the rules of the game as they go along. If she can get rid of her cards first, she is happy. Papa accuses her of cheating from time to time but she just grins and continues to play to her advantage.
Our morning routine has been turned topsy turvy this week and my schedule is all out of whack. I guess when Papa is home, I feel the need to make sure he isn't bored out of his skull. I have to stop that, he's fine. He has actually been Mr. Fix-it to things that have been shoved to the back burner, a broken hinge, a crooked board, a squeaky door.
It's odd though, him being home. It will be even odder when he starts helping me in the studio. We've worked together for years, but this will be a little different. In the past, we had separate jobs to do so we were not always in each other's hair. The next couple of weeks ought to be interesting as we work out the kinks in being "together" full time.
Speaking of hair, I hear Papa tell Sassafrass that he has found a long blonde hair in the cards. "Is this mine or is this yours?", he asks her. Papa has shaved his head for years.
She inspects the hair, looks him in the eye and tells him, "You don't have any hair." Mystery solved.
Change can sometime be difficult, but when one door closes, another one opens to a new opportunity. At least this one isn't squeaking.
Something new is on the horizon, I'm looking forward to seeing just what it is.
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