Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight.
Sometimes, you go to Costco (in the middle of the afternoon in December, of all things) to get something and, as you’re walking back to the car, your husband has an idea. You put your purchases in the car, turn around, and go right back into Costco for two more of the things you originally purchased, and a pumpkin pie ends up in your hands.
You go home, settle in and watch a documentary on Frank Lloyd Wright that your daughter recommended. Meanwhile, your husband works on his hiking schedule, and puts a few pieces in the seasonal jigsaw puzzle.
Then, you make a tasty vegetarian supper with spaghetti squash, and tomatoes, green peppers, and garlic that you pull from the freezer, and, because you’ve eaten so healthy, you put an extra dollop of whipped cream on your slice of pumpkin pie for desert. (Just kidding. I always put an extra dollop, or two or three, of whipped cream on my pumpkin pie. Life’s too short not to.)
The day gently winds down, it’s been another good one, and you look forward to eating pumpkin pie the next day, too.