12/29
After breakfast with Marsha planning a stewardship campaign, I head to the church. The sky is gray, the snow melting and dirty. Not much for Deacon James and I to do today. Our paths have held up well. We push the shovels, clear the slush. There are thanks. Two women pass by, Deacon James bows a bit and says, “Have a nice day, ladies.” We look at our paths, clear and dry, allowing people to cross without slush or snow. “A thing of beauty,” we agree. I take down the signs announcing the Christmas Eve service and the Crafts Fair. No George today, only plastic silverware and cardboard lining the step where he usually sits.
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