After Labor Day

Stella here.

Well, I ain't gonna say I'm th' best fill-in waitress th' Bait Barrel ever had... but I'm sure I ain't th' worst!
An' here's th' funny part... I been asked t' come back durin' leaf peepin' season!

Th' agreement was that I'd help out a couple hours durin' th' lunch rush up t' Labor Day. I'd forgot, though, how much I en-joy feedin' folks! Those years I worked at th' old Chaw an' Chat restaurant musta got inta my blood, cuz I took t' th' Bait Barrel like a duck t' water! Seems I hadn't forgot nothin' ('cept how rough it is on yer feet!).
But even then, after a few days (an' some o' them gel insoles) I got right inta th' swing o' things an' had a ball!

Harvey grumbled some - 'bout me bein' wore out. Truth is, though, I think he was lonesome, he's got s' used t' me bein' around all th' time, mostly.
Good f'r him, I say. Now he's just as pleased as punch t' have me back under foot!
An' anyways, he was out helpin' some now an' then on th' tour boat. (But that's another story all t'gether.)

So all in all, we had a pretty good end t' summer. Th' weather was fine, an' wasn't it about time! Him 'n me made a bit o' extra cash, an' now we c'n set back an' take stock.

Bet y're wonderin' about what I been doin' since Labor Day.
Well, th' day after, I just sat an' didn't do much besides a couple loads o' washin'. Felt some good, let me tell ya!
But th' next day Molly Eldredge calls up an' says, "Wanta go t' th mall?" An' so we up an' went. Walked a couple o' miles, I bet. An' y' know what? My feet didn't hurt a bit!
Guess all that runnin' around carryin' platters at "th' Barrel" paid off in more ways than one!
Molly an' me hadn't been nowhere t'gether f'r some time. 'Twas mighty nice spendin' part o' th' day with her an' catchin' up on things!

I'm kinda lookin' forward t' th' leaves turnin'. It'll be here b'fore we know it, too. But that won't last long an' then we'll get back t' normal.

Hope y'r fall is shapin' up OK. We got a mite o' wet weather comin' in. I'm gonna make up a big pot o' some kind o' soup an' we're gonna have soup an' real bread again!
The one thing that bothered me most about workin' was that I couldn't get in any bakin' an' we was forced t' eat store-bought bread. Yuck. It just ain't th' same!
That's all f'r now.
Love,
Stella