of birds & pies

the usual humdrum was settling into my pores when, very suddenly, i was informed of something imperative.

i was informed of a blueberry pie (from maine no less!)...

this magical pie was sitting in the toaster oven, a tub of vanilla ice cream on the counter, awaiting the melodic "ding!"

so, i was given pie. really good pie floating in a sea of half melted vanilla ice cream...and that makes me excessively happy.

i devoured it...and then i licked the plate.

i followed it up with another scoop of ice cream.

which was followed up by another small piece of pie and a tiny dollop of ice cream.

...and then i licked the plate again.

i feel wonderful & horrible all at once.

this was followed up by a tiny green bird flying into our office, which we were able to corner near a window. the poor thing was furiously flapping around, slamming itself over and over again into the pane (pain!)...

the window was opened and off went the bird.

the pie was digested and, with it, my patience & grit.