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Day 363: Mark

3 Apr

 

Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie

This year of pies is winding down fast!  As I thought about that the other day, a person came to mind who I had not yet acknowledged for giving me some good advice about gifting a pie.  That person probably didn’t even think much about the advice he gave at the time, but it has proven to be valuable on several occasions.

One of those moments occurred last year when I baked a pie for a man named Dave who was recovering from a stroke and staying in an assisted living facility.  Before I brought Dave the pie, I had an appointment to see Mark.  During our preliminary chat I told Mark that I had made Dave a pie and then I told him that I was concerned about bringing Dave a pie as his diet might be regulated due to his condition.  That’s when Mark told me, “Go with your intuition – you made Dave the pie, now just bring it to him.  Don’t over analyze it!  If Dave can’t eat it, he will give it away.”  Simple words with a great message.

After my appointment, I did bring Dave the pie.  He was thrilled by the visit and the pie – which he did eat a little of before sharing it with the staff.   Over the course of the year when my mind was fixed on a pie recipient, and then somehow I began to second guess my decision, I would think back to Mark’s advice and “just bring them the pie.”  I was never disappointed with the outcome.

Tonight I would like to thank Mark for helping me see the simplicity in the process of giving away pies.  I would also like to recognize Mark for being such a good friend and mentor to my son, Coco.  We are all so very grateful for his friendship and support.

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
 Ralph Waldo Emerson

Day 320: Vonna and Robert

20 Feb

Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie

Thank goodness I did not have much planned for today.  After the long drive this weekend and the emotions that kept surfacing, it was good to take it easy.  For me that meant going on my morning walk, eating breakfast, and then taking my daughter’s suggestion to take a nap.  At first I thought, really?  A nap?  Then I thought, why not?

Outside the day was cool and grey and a nap was the perfect remedy for my blues.  After an hour or so, I awoke refreshed and better prepared to tackle some tasks.  One of those tasks includes my daily practice of writing “morning pages” that I began in January.  I’ve mentioned it here before, but it bears repeating.  Each day I commit to writing 750 words, which equates to about three pages.  This is a practice found in the book, The Artist’s Way, and I have done it before.  However, this time I am doing it online via this website.  Each day I get a reminder email sent to my inbox and after I have completed my words, or pages, a quick analysis of my writing is given. Writing each day is a wonderful habit and I encourage you to check it out!

After my “work” was done, I prepared a lovely treat – a Chocolate Peanut Butter pie for a couple of neighbors that live up the street.  Perhaps I had been thinking about them because my “baby” has moved away and one of the memories I have of them occurred after their last baby was born.  I was so delighted for them and oohed and aahed over their little one.  After that meeting, I occasionally saw Robert or Vonna walking the baby in a snuggly.  It brought back fond memories of me doing the same with my children.

Fast forward to a year or two ago when I  was visiting my friend Mia’s kindergarten class  at Helman Elementary.  There I saw Vonna at one of the small tables helping a child and was stunned to find out that the child was her “baby” and he was 5 years old!  Which means that today that little boy is seven and in the second grade!  I am constantly amazed at how fast time goes by and how short a time a child actually spends as a baby.

This afternoon I brought Vonna and Robert my pie creation.  Vonna seemed concerned that there were Lego‘s on the floor of the living room.  I think it is wonderful that her child’s playing and creativity is given a priority.  We can always have a clean house, but raising healthy well-adjusted kids, now that’s a far more admirable accomplishment.  In fact, I can’t think of a better one!

The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up,
as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep’

Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Day 306: Water Taxi Drivers

6 Feb

Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie

Today was our last full day in Mexico and we wanted to make the most of it… and for me, that means spending time on the beach.  As the weather was a bit overcast, instead of playing in the ocean, we decided to walk along the beach to Melaque.  It is a nice walk albeit a bit difficult as there is a slope to the sand and it seems that you are walking a bit lopsided most of the way.  Nonetheless, it was delightful.

When we arrived in Melaque, my husband chose to explore a bit more of the beach while I sat and watched the pelicans and the frigatebirds.  The area was chock full of them and I was mesmerized by the sight of the pelicans as they dove into the water, because it seemed that each time one bird dove, four or five others would follow right after in the same place.  It was quite the spectacle!

After a brief repast at one of the restaurants on the beach we decided to walk “home” as well.  By the time we arrived, we were hot and tired and hungry!  But before we could eat I needed to deliver a pie!  We quickly headed to the malecon (the harbor wall) and looked for the vendors that are always there.  However by the time we got there this evening, they had all gone home.

As I wondered who I might gift with a pie I saw a young woman who was busy working at the water taxi desk.  The water taxis take passengers back and forth across the lagoon between Barra de Navidad and the Isla de Navidad.  We have been on the water taxi many times this week and really appreciate the quick and convenient service they offer.

As I approached the young woman,  I could tell that she was apprehensive.  I explained that I was a baker and that I have been making pies every day for over 300 days and giving them away.  Then I asked if there were many taxi drivers still out on their boats and she said yes.  I then set the pie on her desk and asked if she would please share it with them when they came back to the dock.  Still apprehensive, she asked if I was selling the pie.  No, I explained, it is a gift… to show gratitude to God, the universe, etc.  In Spanish she said this type of thing was, “muy rara.”  Perhaps she is right… but maybe someday that will change.  Here’s hoping!

What we are is God’s gift to us. What we become is our gift to God.
 Eleanor Powell
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