My Daughter's Helper

She came upstairs today with two pairs of black pants.

One needed hem repair, one needed seam repair.

"Will you show me how?" she asked.

She threaded the needle (I'm getting old, it seems) and I pinned the pants.

I put on a pair of reading glasses and showed her how to start the repair, how to anchor the thread. She played with another pair of glasses, asking if I had spare Geritol, whether it was hard to be blind, whether she should get me a white cane for Christmas. I made a bunch of "aren't you funnnnneeee" faces and handed her the pants.

Between us we got them both repaired, I learned all about the date the other night, we figured out that Denmark was a good place to live (?!) and decided on pork chops for supper and did you know that the stupidest thing a teacher can say to a group of students is 'do it if you want to'? I quote the young lady, here.

When we were done, we were both pretty comfortable on the couch in my office and started chatting about ... uh the Crusades (I saw Kingdom of Heaven the other night) and she was fussing with one of my portable spotlights that was sitting on the table.

"Be a cool picture," I said as she started shining the light on the thimble and needle we'd just used and sat on the table on top of a piece of green posterboard.

"Want a camera?" she asked and nodded at my camera bag, sitting on the floor beside the couch.

"Yah," I said - but kept going on about the whole notion of a "holy" war, naturally.

What we liked best about it was that we, neither of us, had to move off the couch once to take this picture :)