380 pies

Posted by Dane Carder on May 14, 2019

I drove to Huntington today to help out a little bit with Strawberry Pie Week… and, I made it here in 4.5 hours, and that’s cooking with grease… usually it’s a five hour drive. I didn’t speed like crazy, just set it on cruise at 79, and got some help from the lack of traffic. It’s good to get that sort of time on the road by oneself… it’s a modern, moving, meditation. Anyways, I arrived, and began slicing the strawberry pies. My lunch at the counter was a fantastic fried fish sandwich, extra tarter, extra pickles… no pie. Then, it was back to cutting pies, and after a decent bit, my wrist, pointer finger, and thumb were showing wear and tear. I tried my left hand, and it worked, but not well. I watched all day as the waitstaff cut up and made fun of a most hectic back to back shift. The art studio work really lacks for coworker engagement, and it has struck me hard at this point in my life that I am desiring more work community. Over the last two decades, I have spent an enormous amount of time alone, and I have needed and loved it… I am in a different phase now. Of course, I still demand my quota of hours without others, but I want to share life with fellow humans. I’ll be working on that.

By the end of the day today, at Jim’s, we had sold about three hundred and eighty strawberry pies… by the slice only. I had likely cut two hundred and fifty of them… at least, according to my right hand. It’s an honor to be able to help this family institution. I’ll do it again tomorrow.

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