I just needed a pie

Last night about 2:00 am I began a stint of tossing and turning in bed, restless, unable to sleep, next to Charlie, who, usually at this time is snoring away and dreaming of roasted pig and coleslaw. But, last night the man was up, reading in a dim light, the last tale in his beloved Harry Potter series. Poor dear had to resist reading until the first draft of his qualifying exam was in the hands of his advisor. And now he's under the gun to finish because it'll be any day now that he gets a beat down from this advisor, complete with a list of revisions to be made.

So as I flopped from belly to back and to my belly again, I could sense his irritation as HE WAS READING HARRY POTTER!!! and needed to remain undisturbed. But that really didn't matter to me. Insensitive I know, but I couldn't sleep. Much to his chagrin I took to chatting with him about what he thought of the book, what he had done that night as I began my slumber, and what he had planned for tomorrow. I also mentioned that I had an unusually strong craving for a Hubig Pie. Yes, a gooey, apple filled pie from Savory Simon the pie man.

And then I mentioned it again. Knowing there was no end to this chatter, the man roused me out of bed at 2:30 in the morning and loaded me in the car in my pink samurai pjs and off to the 24 hour Walgreens we headed. Wouldn't you know I wasn't the only one in the city with a hankering for a pie?

Really, among all the sketchy characters in the city who convened at the 24 hour drugstore at at 2:30 am, there was another person in search of a Hubig treat. And he shared a smile over it with Charlie as they waited in line. Yet another reason why I have a hard time ever imagining us living anywhere else. I had another moment similar to this a few weeks ago when I realized where else will I find a 300 pound woman, grinning ear to ear, greeting you at the French bakery with a "Bonjour, how can I help you baby?"with an accent that only a 300 pound New Orleanian has?

This is home, and perhaps it takes someone a bit unusual herself to appreciate such nuances of home. I mean, I am at the drugstore at 2:30 am in search of a 89cents pie. That pie hit the spot, and I crawled back into bed with sugar crumbs on my pjs, and went right back to sleep, perfectly content.