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Eat. Pie. Love.

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The other day we drove almost 2 hours to look at a used pool table. It was a piece of junk and we had to drive almost 2 hours back. Funny how that works. So when I saw a sign that said Pies! Pies! Pies! I knew we had to stop.

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At an adorable little store on a lovely 40 acre farm.

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Yes, a mother and her 15 year old home schooled daughter run the entire farm by themselves. Please note all work is done by horse and ox. Maine women are nothing if not capable.

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The store was filled with the fruits of their labor. Jams, jellies, relishes, honey, pies, wool, dried flowers, wreaths, maple syrup, soap… and yes. Everything was made by their own hands.

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And this wasn’t some run down ramshackle operation. It was lovely, well kept and clean.

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When my husband opened the upright freezer and saw it was packed with pot pies, quiches, turkey soup, mushroom ravioli, pesto, and minestrone he asked the girl when they found time to sleep.

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Jam came home with us. As did some soap, some soup and of course…..

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Pie.

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Which instead of a traditional crust had a marvelously buttery and flaky rolled pastry foundation.

Pie.

It’s what’s for dinner.

And maybe breakfast.

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Because sometimes I have a juvenile sense of humor.

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I’m sorry, but these are a hoot and I simply have to share.

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Yeah, you know it’s going to be good.

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Told you!

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Well yes, that’s just good manners.

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A footlong doesn’t require a blessing… it requires an exorcism.

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Family. It’s so important.

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When an eggplant just won’t do.

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Admit it, you’re snorting with laughter too.

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In which Lord Dudley discovers a drip.

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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten has the run of the house and has discovered most of its interesting spots…. the spare bathroom sink was new territory.

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And when I turned on the faucet to create dripping water?

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He was hooked and spent an hour trying to catch it.

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I laughed, I filmed, I sat for a while and watched him play. But even after I shut off the faucet and turned out the lights?

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He continued searching for the drip. And now, days later? He still goes in every once in a while waiting for it to magically appear.

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Remember the free pool table?

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You know, the one our friends gave us that inspired my husband to spend untold thousands in converting his storage barn to a man cave extraordinaire? Well guess what…. the husband has decided the free table isn’t good enough now and has been shopping for a new one.

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Have you ever shopped for a pool table during a global pandemic that forced everyone to stay home? If not, I don’t recommend it. Maybe it’s just Maine, but up here decent pool tables are hard to find. After exhaustive research ( that would be me, you know he wouldn’t take the time ) and a few disappointing viewings from Craig’s List ( ‘oh yes, the table is nearly new and in perfect condition’ they say… standing over a tilted, dented wreck with ripped felt ) we found a store with two ( yes, that’s all ) tables for sale.

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Did I mention it was a very high class place? I deduced this by the dogs playing poker plastic sculpture that took center stage.

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Swanky pool cue holders were available as well.

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Husband tried this table but it got a no vote from me. If we’re going with better… I want better, not seedy pool hall decor.

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This had a little more style, but the wrong color felt. Turquoise may be hot right now but we prefer the old fashioned green.

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The tables can be ordered and customized with any wood finish as well.

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Out the door, delivered and professionally set up for $3,500. Please note this is a far cry from free…. but not as much as the Brunswick or Olhausen brands. Those babies go for $8,000 – $10,000.

* gulp *

The search continues.

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Finally, a piñata I can get behind. And under.

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I’ve never been a huge fan of piñatas. I mean really, if you give me a baseball bat and want me to hit something other than a ball? It better be something worthwhile… like a certain red squirrel who shall remain nameless.

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But hold the phone…. there’s a piñata filled with liquor?

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Nipyata! Count me in.

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Covid? Sure I’ll give that a whack.

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Clown? Definitely whacking that creepy SOB.

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No, I might have to pass on that one. The husband wouldn’t want me practicing that particular swing.

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Apologies to my Republican friends, but that’s just begging to be whacked. (And look, he’s on sale)

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Things that are sad, but true.

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This first one might be a bit of an exaggeration…

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But there’s a reason I have a permanent dent in my right shoulder and tend to list a little to that side.

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Cross off the always annoyed and it’s a perfect description of me in the past year. Sigh…

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We cat people pretend our feline overlords feel deep affection for us…. but it’s just as likely they’d eat us if we dropped dead on the living room floor.

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Now that, is a dilemma.

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Streaking.

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This popped up on my notification page the other day.

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And knowing no one wants to see me run across a field naked, I figured there must be another explanation.

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Okay then.

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Thank you. I shall try to keep the inane drivel that is my blog consistently flowing.

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Yeah, I post too often. Message received.

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Seriously?

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I think once every 500 posts would be sufficient.

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Really not necessary guys.

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Can you spell overkill…

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Enough already!

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A duck rumble

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Our pair of visiting mallards is so cute. The male follows the female around the yard like a lost puppy and sits patiently while she nibbles.

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But then….

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Two rival males arrived.

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He chased them, he flew at them, he put his head down and charged them but nothing worked.

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They just kept moving closer.

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Right after I took this picture he went full ninja duck on their ass and finally drove them off. The Mrs? She was not impressed and simply kept eating.

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