It started off like this.
The granddaughter had a handful of books on my desk down in the shop office.
They had been there for several weeks.
Being the kind, loving, caring grandfather that I am,
it made sense to give her a place to put her books and "stuff" that she could call her very own.
She grasp that concept in an instant.
Of course concepts tend to grow. The personal space became one of my two desks.
And of course one of the office chairs.
Then one of the computers became her own personal computer
Followed by one full shelf in my library.
And now the west wall of the shop office.
I must confess,
when I am reading a book, or working at one of the computers.
And she is setting at HER desk,
humming and singing -
doing what ever little girls do at desks.
Grandpa loves it.
But it makes me wonder.
How long will she let me share HER office with her?
Now she is almost 100% angel.
But is that the way we let the Devil take over?
Start with something small and innocent.
And it grows until it consumes too much of us.
