A Different Street

by Satchel Pooch

As I was shopping for one of my kid’s class Thanksgiving luncheon tomorrow (which said kid was very disappointed to discover does not include a whole roasted turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, &c. — remarked how it was just “representative” of Thanksgiving), it occurred to me how very much of my parenting and volunteer work is transient, evanescent. Birthday parties and class parties. Holidays. Sunday School classes. Worship services. All of these require preparation before and attention during; then, poof, they are gone. “Here lies one whose name was writ in frosting” — I guess there are worse fates.

2 Responses to “The invisible nature of my work”

  1. Writ in Frosting….lol

    nice turn of a phrase.

    real live preacher

  2. Ah, that just means your art is of the performance variety. Like a good play or symphony. The audience experiences you in full glory, shining on stage and filling their senses, and then you take a bow and move on.

    As do we all, right?

    mgoodyear

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