Snow, and a beau

Stella here.

I ain't bakin' NO MORE Christmas cookies! That's it! I am DONE!

We had us some snow. This time o' year I c'n still appreciate it (see th' pictures) but later on me an' Harvey'll start referin' to it as "th' S-word". Pretty f'r now, though.

Molly E. come over yest'day an' we set a spell an' had us some Christmas tea an' some gingerbread (not cookies) I made. Molly confided in me that she's got herself a beau.

It's been some time since Frank passed an' I'd about figured Molly t' be con-tent with livin' alone. Frank, he was a good man an' all, an' we still miss him, but I guess Molly's been lonesomer'n we realized.

But dang, if she didn't meet up with some fella she went t' school with on that Facebook whatchamacallit that Pat G an' th' girls keep tellin' me about, an' I guess they got t' writin' an' now he wants t' come t' Moose Cove f'r a visit!

Molly's some nervous - since they ain't laid eyes on one another f'r somethin' like 50 years. Said writin's one thing, seein's another. I guess he want's ' come after Christmas. Said he can stay up t' th' Moose Cove Motel f'r a couple o' days, an' him'n Molly c'n just see what develops.

Speakin' o' Christmas, th' girls're both comin', Deb with her husband an' th' kids, an' Jeannie's drivin' from Portland. So we'll have a full house an' then some. Molly'll come over, too, later f'r suppah. Hard t' b'lieve it's just th' day after t'morra! Good news, though, is th' roads'll all be plowed. I got Harvey's nose-warner all done, fin'lly, 'long with some matchin' mittens. That man looses more mittens than Carter has Little Liver Pills, so I try awful hard t' keep ahead of him!

Well, that's it f'r now. Gonna do a wash an' then I expect I'm about done. One it's hung t' dry I'm gonna set back an' survey our "do-main". All th' decorations're up, so there's nothin' left t' do till tomorra.

Talk to ya later.

Love,

Stella