Minding my own business in Kingfisher, GCG; a bird flits over and sits besides me.
“What’s up, boyo?” he asks.
“Soaking up the sim,” says I.
“Did yer get some pie yet?” he queries.
“Um,” I respond carefully.
“It’s National Blueberry Pie Day, and no mistake, boyo!” claims my little friend, the bird.
“Today!? Where!? Where can I get some pie?” I panicked through a series of images of being the only Avatar Without Pie at a dance or a convention about Blueberry Pie.
“Hyargh, hyargh, hyarggg-huh!” croak-laughs the Bird. “Time to get off yer fat, boyo.”
The Great Hunt For Blueberry Pie
begins in The Great Canadian grid. Knowing pie as I do, the suburbs called to me.
I hunted through several back yards looking for the pie cooling on a window ledge. Oddly enough I didn’t find one; I expected multiple blueberry pies on window ledges on National Blueberry Pie Day.
I checked up the hill by the Lighthouse and Museum, because a national event like Blueberry Pie Day was probably outlined in the Museum displays, and naturally, a pie would be available.
You know who likes pie and ALWAYS has pie on hand? Bakers, probably.
As I was entering the warehouse district I happened across a pair of mated raccoons who happily lived along the edge of the forest and the garbage bins. A sweet band of existence. More importantly, Ms. Raccoon appeared to have a Blueberry Pie.
Apparently, she is saving it for the family dinner they always have on National Blueberry Pie Day. So I carefully thanked them and gracefully exited, over the roof-line of a nearby warehouse.
I did stop by the gas station to see if they had a Blueberry Pie-thingy in the vending displays, something that contained a blob of pretend blueberry product and could be microwaved into an edible chew-toy, sort of thing. Nope.
I found a guy on the docks. He seemed nice. We chatted about the harbour, we chatted about his life at sea, we chatted about how nice to have a lazy day to relax (see what I did there?) and so I suggested since he’s all “relaxed”, he must be comfortable knowing he has blueberry pie hidden away in a galley mere steps away from us.
In retrospect, poking him on the chest while I mentioned this expectation, perhaps that was an error. He had some serious-looking hook thing to hang onto boats and kilts, it turns out.
I’m not one to easily bend to the powers of the nothing that surround us. I found pie. I had help making it blueberry. I looked for the convention, drum circle, celebration, party, dance, gathering, other person celebrating National Blueberry Pie Day. No luck there.
Next year. Cheers, Reyn 🙂