Stories With Soul

Stella here.
I'm sad t' say we didn't get down t' th' Moxie Festival after all. Comp'ny showed up an' we got stuck.
Too bad. I'da liked t' see that parade.

I'm also havin' problems with th' camera an' gettin' th' Moody's Moxie pictures int' th' laptop. But we'll keep tryin'. (Harvey seems t' have more luck than I do, s' maybe he c'n do somethin'nwith it.)

Pat G's gonna be tellin' some o' our stories down t' Brunswick where she lives t'morra (Tuesday) night at 6:30. She'll be at what they call "Stories With Soul" over t' th' UU Church. Folks read short stories an' then set around an' talk about 'em. It'll be at 5 Middle Street in th' buildin' next t' th' church.
I guess they been doin' that f'r a number o' years now. Somebody new reads every other week, but it's usually famous authors that they read. Pat G ain't s' famous yet but she's gonna do a coupla th' stories she's got about me an' Harvey. Might even wear th' "famous" shirt.
:-)

It's been kinda quiet around here. Th' comp'ny we got on Sat'day was - t' be honest - dreadful dull an' I wished they'd o' left sooner'n they did. Th' fella was a friend o' Harvey's from a long ways back, but his (new) wife was number 'n a hake. I'd never met her before an', by golly, it's th' first time I ever met somebody I honestly thought didn't have sense enough t' pour pee out of a boot!
Well, at least they won't be back this way f'r a long time. Harvey did enjoy seein' his old friend, so I guess 'twas a small price t' pay.
Sometimes th' social graces c'n weigh awful heavy, though. I really did want t' see th' Moxie parade.
But such is life.
Love,
Stella