goodbye pizza pie

awwww, MAN!
it's over.
yeah.
this is the end of the visit.
i'll be roundtrip roadtrippin' to massholechusetts and back,
droppin' off the kids, and my ma,
before i'm in the tattzap shack, studiously expending energy on
exxtra-electrical activation all dang day.
uh-huh.
resting is a luxury i don't usually enjoy.
and by 'don't usually' i really mean never ever.
word up.
there's always so much to do,
and it's made much more somber, and downright dour, even,
when harvest and maple leave the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
the woodsly goodness is grayer and colder without 'em.
damn.
plus,
my ma gets up really early,
so i've had a predawn breakfast companion for the first time in ages.
well,
i mean,
besides crabby,
but he and i don't really eat the same stuff, so it's not the same thing.
ha.
so,
i've got a lot of asphalt and ink ahead of me today,
and the trip takes one heck of a toll on me,
and those tolls add up, too,
in a way that depletes the stacks on stacks of quarters in the center console.
i'll be off soon,
and i'll have my house back to sole-proprietorship,
and the rules will once again be observed.
however,
those same rules dictate that we gotta get it poppin' before we leave with
some hot, fresh activation straight out of the oven.
that's a thing.
what does that mean?
it means PEE-EYE-ZEE-ZEE-AYYYYYYY!!!!
yup.
i got home a little late after all the sh!t-salad zipzaps i applied yesterday,
but fortunately,
ampy-d mise en place'd the topping scene like a sous chef from the bistro.
nice.
and then,
with a hot convection convention,
and a hungry gaggle of girlies salivating at the bar,
we blew up a four piece of pie for our eyes!
check the teleport:

spinach and homemade vegan sausage!
expert!
and then:

collards, and baconish bits, and asparagus!!!
expert!
and then:

mushrooms, and notdogs,and spinach!!
expert!
and THEN:

bacon, brussels, and caramelized onions.
expert!!!
in fact, it's ALL expert, all the time.
that's how it goes around these parts-
we saved the best one for the final sendoff.
more pizzas means more flavors means more nutrients,
and that's precisely what everyone needs every single time.
c'mon.
we party with slice after slice,
because we know that too much is the right amount.
i miss this whole houseful of homies already.
neighbors,
my kid made the underchee',
and the underchee' is what makes warrior poet pizza so elite!
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i'm lucky to have this time with these guys,
and we're lucky to overlap all the overwhelming excellence
of woodsly goodsly time-spanning with treats and togetherness.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given.
i'm bummed there isn't more,
but without the bitter,
the sweet isn't nearly ever as sweet.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....