Stella here.
Y' ain't gettin' no pictures this mornin'... I'm gettin' ready t' go off with Molly Eldredge f'r part o' th' day, an' I got no time t' set around waitin' f'r that bless-ed thing t' upload... 'r download... 'r whatever it does.
Me 'n Molly ain't been off on one o' our "toots" f'r a couple o' weeks now an' we're some ex-cited about th' fine day this one's shapin' up t' be.
Dunno where we'll end up, or how long we'll be gone. I'm leavin' Harvey some chowdah t' heat up f'r his dinner (lunch - f'r those of y' from "away")... an' a slab o' pie an' a plate o' crackers t' crumble int' th' chowdah th' way he likes. Oughta hold him till supper time, I guess.
I'm feelin' just a bit nervous. Pat G's gonna be down t' Portland t'night tellin' them stories she's got about Harvey 'n me... Geezum, I ain't sure I'm wild about all them folks list'nin' t' her talk f'r an hour 'bout our lives here in Moose Cove, Maine. We keep sayin' we ain't no diff'rent from all th' other folks around here. But she seems t' think we're enter-tainin', an' evidently there's some that agree with her cuz they show up an' set an' listen.
Y' know what that blamed fool woman's gonna do b'sides tell tales? She's wearin' that tee shirt that our daughter Deb cranked out a week 'r so ago... th' one that says "Harvey and Stella - life th' way Maine used to be", an' on th' back of it's got this blog address printed in letters big e-nough t' see a mile away!
Seems Deb had a friend was down t' th' L.L. Bean outlet a while back, an' she saw some wicked cute tee shirts that said "Maine the way life should be" or some such acrost th' front. Thought they was a hoot an' when she gets home th' friend calls up Deb an' says get y'r butt down here an' get one o' those f'r y'rself... they're some cunnin'!! Only Deb couldn't get loose t' drive all th' way t' Freeport, so she emails her sister Jeannie who's in Portland an' says run up an' get me one o' them shirts!
Trouble was, by th' time Jeannie gets up t' Freeport there ain't nothin' left but two size "M's" an Deb's a mite beyond "M"... she's more of a "X-L".
So Jeannie hadda let 'em go, bein' a size "L" herself.
But a couple weeks later, Deb's over t' th' Salvation Army on half price day lookin' f'r clothes f'r th' kids an' sees a tee shirt with a lobster on th' front an' a lot o' unoccupied white space on th' rest of it.
Now Deb, she's wicked clever with crafts an' stuff - don't know where she got it from - an' she gets some letters rubber stamps an', like I say, cranks out this shirt.
Well, Pat G see's it an' blast if she don't buy it offa Deb right on th' spot! Paid her twice what Deb paid f'r it, so they both come away happy.
But Geez, I never thought she'd wear th' dang thing out in public!
If y' see her t'night, you tell her Stella says she's got questionable taste in clothin'!
Oh, I gotta go! Molly's here. Runnin' late as usual, but better late than never, I guess.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella
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