This here's Harvey. Stell's gonna get on in a minute an' talk y'r ear off. Just wanted y' t' see th' rainbow we saw t'other day.
Wicked clever, those digital cameras.
H.
Stella here.
Harvey's right. I got more news than Carter's got Little Liver Pills, s' hold onta y'r hat - here's goes!
First off, we been busier'n a one-armed paper hanger around here! Comp'ny from away... some cousins o' mine we ain't seen in ages! They was up here all th' way from Texas, if you c'n believe that. 'Twas a mighty fine time, seein' 'em again after all these years!
It's too long a story t' tell y' how they got t' livin' down there. I'll save that f'r some other time. I'll just say that they looked mighty good an' we was happy t' have 'em visit.
...But I ain't gonna post no pictures of 'em. They'd be wicked embarassed!
So - like Paul Harvey usta say - here's th' rest o' th' story:
Ol' Miz Gooch up an' died not too long after they hauled off her ol' piano (see th' pictures in one o' th' Ju-ly postin's) to add t' th' fire dept. trainin' "burn". 'Twasn't like she'd been ailin' or nothin' - just didn't wake up one mornin'.
But I think she was OK with that. We'd had some conversations while Molly Eldredge an' me was cleanin' her house while Miz G. mended from that busted ankle, an' she seemed like she'd made peace with about ever'thing she needed to.
As one o' her grandkids said, "I bet when Nana woke up an' found she was in heaven an' not Moose Cove, she musta been some surprised!"
Her church put on a fine funeral service for her, an' that son o' hers actually come up from New York f'r it, but he spent th' whole service checkin' his Blackberry 'r palm pilot - 'r whatever them things is called - an' lit out soon's it was over. 'Course, her grandkids was there, decked out some fine. Harvey'n me went, an' that church was packed tighter'n a sar-dine can!
I dunno what'll happen t' her house now. Molly'n me's been stoppin' by t' water her flowers, an' they're doin' fine.
Then Cheryl... you may remember, she's Rah Rah's granddaughter up here from Connecticut who was waitressin' over t' The Bait Barrell f'r th' summer... Well, she up an' disappeared - didn't show up f'r her shift one mornin' - an' only turned up three days later, married t' th' Pilate (pi-lattie) an' yoga instructor down t' that fancy spa they got down Rt. 1 a-ways.
She ain't workin' at the "Barrell" no more. Now she's teachin' exersizes an' how t' stretch an' keep fit along side o' her new husband.
Rah Rah 'bout had a coronary over it! She's simmered down some now, an' she's actin' like she's pleased about it... had their picture put in th' paper an' all, but I ain't seen her (Rah Rah) visitin' th' spa like she usta.
Oh, yeah, that's how Cheryl met Philip - droppin' by t' give Rah Rah a lift home one day when her Town Car hadda be towed after some BMW from Rhode Island smacked inta it in th' spa parkin' lot. Stove th' back end all t' heck an' gone! Folded up her vanity plate like a napkin!
Rah Rah came boilin' out in her yoga outfit an' she lit inta that RI woman somethin' fierce! Musta set her meditatin' back about six months.
So anyways, we've had a funeral, an' a disappearance an' a weddin' (sort of), an' visitin' relatives... T' tell th' truth, I'm startin' t' look forward t' Labor day.
Love,
Stella
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