MOOSE pictures

Stella here.

I got two pictures from Pat G that a friend o' hers took at th' MOOSE gatherin' on Wed. night. Here they are.

First is her up on stage holdin' a bottle o' Moxie an' performin'.

(F'r those who ain't familiar with Moxie, it's a Maine soft drink that y' either love or y' can't stand. Been around f'rever! Some say it tastes like medicine. Some'll walk a mile t' get a bottle. They's no accountin' f'r taste. Harvey 'n th' twins love th' stuff, but I won't go near it.)

Second one's Pat G showin' off th' shirt I wrote y' about a couple days ago. Like I say, th' woman ain't got no taste in clothes, no-how!

Life th' way Maine used to be... is what it says at th' bottom. That's what she says about th' stories she tells about us.

Geez, I don't see as things're all that diff'rent here now-a-days from what they "usta be".

Yeah, we got computers an' satelite dishes 'n such, but other than a bunch o' folks from away movin' inta places, an' th' price o' lobster fallin' till it's hardly worth goin out... an' fish getting scarcer... Hmmm, maybe things HAS changed a good bit, after all.

We're still mostly just gettin' by in Moose Cove. Times is always been kinda tough here on th' coast. Ain't nobody gonna get rich livin' up here, that's f'r sure! On th' other hand, when they's a re-cession, most o' us hardly even notice!

Anyways, that's Pat G. (with what Harvey calls a s--- eatin' grin) wearin' th' shirt Deb made. LL Bean ain't got nothin' like THAT, let me tell ya!

An' don't go writin' us askin' how t' buy one, cuz it's a one-of-a-kind.

Thank goodness!

I was some annoyed at Harvey yesterday, lettin' me sleep s' late. Why, I didn't wake up till near six o'clock! That's what I get f'r stayin' up s' late.

But today Harvey's off fishin' with our son-in-law. He's fill-in stern man when th' regular guy can't make it.

They headed out wicked early, so as t' get in a good day an' be back safe in case it turns stormy later.

I made us some sassage an' some toast, an' fixed mister man a thermos o' hot tea t' take along. Now I got bread dough risin'. Good thing, too, cuz that toast was th' last o' th' batch o' bread I made last Friday.

I say it's a pure crime t' pay four or five bucks (or more!) f'r a loaf o' store-bought bread! Folks don't know what they're missin' by not bakin' their own. Whole house smells good all day, an' there ain't nothin' like a slice 'r two o' Anadama right hot outta th' oven!

Well, I've about run down, so I'll say g'bye f'r now.

Talk to y' later.

Love,

Stella