Haircut

I remember this guy!
I love quarantine Rick far better than work Rick.

This morning Rick and I were bantering and he was laughing up a storm.
I realized that Work Rick may have gotten a bit testy with my remark but Quarantine Rick laughed as it was all intended. 

You see I use Stevia in my coffee. On any given day I don't eat "added" sugar until the evening when I have a piece of chocolate. (I mean wine is a lot of sugar)
Well, let me rephrase that. 
In life before quarantine, I did this. 
All bets have been off of late and I am eating chocolate or ice cream willy nilly!

This morning I was making his and my coffee. 
I handed Rick his coffee and as he sat down to enjoy it he saw me rummaging through the pantry.
He asked what I was looking for. 
I told him I was looking for the gallon zip lock bag I put the stevia in. 
He replied, "Oh I used it to make Kool-aid for me."

"You used all of it?  You, who thinks this stuff is awful and yet you didn't use sugar? Why?"
He told me there was another full unopened bag in there, yes, I saw it. 

Okay so let me get this straight, you used all the stevia, left the empty ziplock on the island for me to refill and now I have none and you tell me it's in there but you didn't fill it up after using it all, leaving me to fill it back up?

"Yes, that is what I'm telling you and that makes me sound awful now, doesn't it?"

Yes, Rick, it does make you sound awful. 

"OMG, I just used all your stevia", he says like it just occurred to him as he is laughing his ass off. 
He got up and walked to me and said he was sorry and gave me a squeeze.
I explained it's not a big deal I can open a new container but the fact that you knew you finished it, left the empty bag, and did not refill it is kind of mean mister. Especially when normally I am the only one who uses this.
He is still laughing as he says, "I know! I'm sorry. Bad husband"
Yes, I too am laughing.
I filled my sugar bowl with my newly opened stevia bag and we sat and had our morning brew together. He had an estimate in an empty condo today so he is gone this morning. His hotel job starts tomorrow. I'm trying not to worry.

Little things.
Little things like this make my quarantine worth it.
Work Rick is gone and My Rick is back and he's laughing more, lightened up and just being the guy I know him to be and it's so welcome and wonderful.

Little Things.
I cut Rick's hair with tools that are not for cutting hair. 
The "clippers" are really edgers for his beard but I did what I could do. 
He thinks it looks great. A real barber or hairdresser will see the issues. But I did what I could with what I had.
His hair was flipping over his glasses on the sides, the back was curling. It was far past the time. He loves his gal Chris who does his hair. I've seen her photo, I know why he likes her. It's not his haircut.

Have I told ya'll I was a barber in the '70s? 
Yes, I was a licensed barber.
I no longer have good scissors or a good pair of clippers.
Rick has clippers for his beard, but not what I need for his hair.
My haircutting scissors are not sharp enough, you want the tips to be very sharp.  I gave him a haircut that looks better than the curls he was achieving over his glasses but it's not great.

As I cut his hair he was sitting on a bucket. 
Because he is 6'1 and I'm barely 5'1" he is too tall for me on a chair which I can't make go up and down like at the salon/barber shop. 
I moved to the front of him to cut and he grabbed my boobs. 
I reminded him I was holding a sharp implement. He just laughed. 
I asked him if he does that to his normal hairdresser.  
He said, "I do not grab her but she also doesn't stick her boobs in front of my face."
"Oh, I see, so if she did you'd grab them?"

"In my mind, I would"

Oh my goodness he makes me laugh.
Yes, work Rick is gone and my Rick is here.
I hope he stays.
If this is retirement I am gonna love it.