Croc,
And part of that pleasure comes from observing the pleasure of the "artist." At least for me- I love seeing someone enjoying what they're doing. Maybe that's separate from skill and craftsmanship although I can't imagine that someone who hated what they did would be a joy to watch.
On the 4th of July, we went to an outdoor concert and there were young people guiding the cars into rows. One boy was having the most wonderful time. He was waving his flag and dancing. He twirled and jumped and his arms pinwheeled. You couldn't help but laugh with him, and we rolled down the windows and cheered as we went by. My whole day can be affected by someone else's evident happiness.
We were in the grocery store the other day, and I got intentionally in the line of my favorite checker, the one who likes words and looks like Johnny Depp. I told Dan he was fast.
We were walking to the car after and Dan said, kinda frustrated, "penni, that wasn't fast."
It wasn't?
"You and he never stopped talking. It took forever."
Oh. Well, it had seemed fast to me. Like you said, I guess, one man's pleasure is another man's poison. |
