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Employees at work this morning were telling me that they wouldn't like being set back so far from the main road like Mike and I are, that they would be scared and stir crazy. Yes, if we had a health crisis, would be bad, an ambulance couldn't get in, but we love it up there. At home, I don't go stir crazy, I'm content puttering around.
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With each Christmas season, I yearn to just enjoy the time and not being involved in the commercialization side of it. The hustle and bustle, spending money on junk, I no longer want to partake. A coworker was just saying that he was in the WalMart line at 5:00AM on Black Friday so he could buy a flat-screen TV. I'm sitting there thinking, "I am so far removed from his world."

On my office computer - Does anybody know why I can type on the COMPOSE side of blogger but not EDIT HTML? Also, will not type on FaceBook and some of your blogs, it's weird. Need help to figure this out. At first, I thought it was a keyboard or mouse problem but switched some and that's not it.

Last night I made the ButterMilk Pie from HoeHenInn. Was good, reminded me of Chess Pie. Nobody knows how chess pie got its name but knowing how people around here talk, it was originally called Chest Pie because it didn't need to be refrigerated (contains lots of sugar), could be stored in the Chest cabinet. Looking over recipes, the ButterMilk, Chess, and Vinegar pies all seem related. Chess Pie was/is common in the south.