Mocha pie and other distractions

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While visiting my daughter, a social media site informed us that back in Humboldt County a respectable pie establishment was featuring several new items for April. I salivated over the mention of mocha pie, and as they were closed on Monday, Tuesday was the first opportunity for me to taste it. And I did.

Delicious!

I told my husband we'd need to get back to A Slice of Humboldt Pie before the end of the month, and he agreed. He had the chocolate silk, it's also marvelous.

Aside from that, cows returned to our homestead this morning; they had traipsed along a pathway that leads to our property last week while I was away, proffering my hubby plenty of photo ops as well as smiles. Their owner herded them home, but apparently today they decided to make another break for freedom. I grew up around Hereford cattle, so it was a sweet memory to find them munching grass as though they had adopted us.

Helping my hubby keep the yard tidy

I proffer these amusements in part that the pie truly was spectacular, and I happened to get a pretty nice shot of it, as well as stories about cows are always intriguing. As a kid, I bottle-fed calves that had been abandoned, mixing a powdered supplement with warm water in very large bottles, maybe sixty-four ounces, and I still recall how hard they tugged on the nipple, which was a pain to get on properly, lol. I used all that knowledge, and prodded my dad for more, when I wrote Alvin's Farm. Hard to get the country out of the girl, you know.

I'm also aware in pondering my current status, I am, well, starting to consider myself...semi-retired. Wow! Huh. Hmmm.... One of my granddaughters asked what I did, when we were talking about how Grandpa is retired. With a smile, I replied that I still write and sew and dabble in the garden. She said, "Huh." I said, "Yup." The conversation rolled onward, probably about art, of which I did a lot of last week. Not that I'm good at drawing, but when in Rome....

Now I'm home. With tourist cows. And exceedingly tasty pie! And cloudy skies and books to revise and basted papers aching for attention, as well as the sense of time cranking to a speed not before realized. Slower than before for what seems to get accomplished, but faster in how quickly the hours pass as though two days are squeezed into one. Perhaps most apparent is that despite time feeling so fluid, my achievements seem rather paltry when compared to what I cranked out a few years ago. I won't go back further because to analyze what I managed in my forties isn't relevant anymore. I won't delve into a Past/Future Me post, not wishing to get those gals involved. It's enough for me to start wrapping my head around, ahem. And probably best mulled over with another scrumptious piece of mocha pie close at hand.

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