Coconut cream pie on a Tuesday afternoon

So, our little library team has been burning the midnight oil lately on a handful of projects and today marked a deadline. At about 1:30 this afternoon the metaphorical pencils were put down and the drawings were plotted, stamped, signed, and whisked out the door.

Then my boss said 'Go home!' and I said 'OK!'.

I was hoping he'd say that because I had a hunkering for some coconut cream pie. So I stepped into the glorious Spring-like afternoon, hopped on the Max, and was off. At my stop I deboarded and turned right instead of left, headed for the market. I walked along the park, through the mall, past Pier 1 Imports, and into Safeway, where I picked up the goodies to make some pie.

Now, several hours later, I'm home, I have Pioneer Woman's meatloaf in the oven and bound for the freezer, there's a pot of ragu simmering on the stove for tonight's dinner, and Ryan & I each have a slice of heavenly coconut cream pie in our bellies. All is right in the world.


Sidenote: On my walk home from the store, as I tugged along my grocery bag and unnecessarily large purse, I noticed a woman on the sidewalk in front of me with a bulky parcel on her head. I sped up my pace to get a closer look and saw that she was effortlessly balancing a cloth grocery bag - chock full of food - on her head! She was also sporting a lovely and vivid red & orange tunic, exotic and unfamiliar. I briefly thought about catching up to her and asking for a tutorial on the balancing act but thought better of it when she whipped her head to the side & spat. I didn't feel like getting caught in her crossfire, so I admired her smooth moves from afar instead, wishing I had an ounce of her grace (not to mention neck strength!).