Stella here.
Happy t' report that we're both feelin' a whole lot better t'day. Don't I just hate gettin' a cold!
Like Harvey said, I wore myself out yest'day - it's true - even though all I did was change the sheets, do a couple o' loads o' wash, scrub up th' kitchen, an' mop th' floors! Guess I'm not's young's I usta be.
But th' sky's cleared an' th' water out on th' bay's mighty pretty. One o' my grape hyacinths is pokin' through on th' south side o' th' house 'long with th' crocuses!
Warn't I just some tickled t' see that! Wasn't sure they'd come back this year.
Next thing I gotta do's go out an' clean up all th' sunflower hulls from under th' birdfeeder... looks like a black snowdrift, there's so many of 'em!
Harvey says it's a waste o' money feedin' birds all winter that oughta be down south eatin' bugs. But I do so love t' watch 'em come an' eat when there's nothin' else t' look at but how deep th' snow's gettin'.
Still, I wouldn't want t' go south like some folks do.
Harvey's been talkin' goin' someplace else f'r th' winter long's I've known him - but it ain't never gonna happen - y'c'n be sure o' that. That man's tethered here's much's I am!
Gotta go now. T'day's library day... Tuesdays an' Sat'days now. I c'n remember when t'was just Sat'days f'r a couple o' hours back when Edna was runnin' it. Now they got a whole extra room built on an' a board an' a bunch o' volunteers t' help out. I missed last Sat'day 'cause o' bein' down with th' cold, but I'm not gonna miss today!
I still miss Edna, though. Even after all these years. She was about th' best friend I ever had.
OK. Enough jawin'. Won't I be some glad to get OUT f'r a while!
:-)
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
My 2 cents
This is Harvey writin'.
Stella's takin' a nap. Wore herself out doin' th' wash 'n stuff, I guess.
Men ain't babies when they're sick... we're th' ones with sense enough t' stay in bed an' rest up -'stead o' grindin' ourselves down doin' things - like th' wash an' cleanin' up th' kitchen an' moppin' th' floor - that c'n just's well wait a couple o' days.
Women!
Stella's takin' a nap. Wore herself out doin' th' wash 'n stuff, I guess.
Men ain't babies when they're sick... we're th' ones with sense enough t' stay in bed an' rest up -'stead o' grindin' ourselves down doin' things - like th' wash an' cleanin' up th' kitchen an' moppin' th' floor - that c'n just's well wait a couple o' days.
Women!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Up an' takin' nourishment
Stella here.
Haven't written for a couple o' days 'cause Harvey n' me's both been down with one NASTY cold. Better now, but just startin' t' feel like bein' social again.
Good thing I'd just been t' th' IGA t' buy some food 'cause neither one o' us's felt like goin' anyplace since Friday.
I'm up an' doin' now but I took over th' daybed an' let Harvey have th' bed all t' himself. Talk about ugly... that man's some nuisance when he's sick! Still honkin' an' blowin' an' snortin' like th' Betsy Ann just 'fore her engine blew up on him that time!
I told him he'd better be up an' movin' tomorra 'r else I was gonna come in an change th' sheets with him in 'em! F'r goodness sakes, tomorra's Monday an' I got wash t' do!
Why is it men're such babies when they're feelin' poorly? 'F anybody readin' this knows I sure would appreciate hearin' from y' 'cause after all these years it's still a mystery t' me!
Well, that's all I'm gonna write f'r now. Truth be told, I'm headin' back t' bed m'self pretty soon.
I did see th' fog t'day an' was cheered t' think t'was eatin' up more o' th' snow that's left in th' shady places. That's good news t' me!
Love from
Stella
Haven't written for a couple o' days 'cause Harvey n' me's both been down with one NASTY cold. Better now, but just startin' t' feel like bein' social again.
Good thing I'd just been t' th' IGA t' buy some food 'cause neither one o' us's felt like goin' anyplace since Friday.
I'm up an' doin' now but I took over th' daybed an' let Harvey have th' bed all t' himself. Talk about ugly... that man's some nuisance when he's sick! Still honkin' an' blowin' an' snortin' like th' Betsy Ann just 'fore her engine blew up on him that time!
I told him he'd better be up an' movin' tomorra 'r else I was gonna come in an change th' sheets with him in 'em! F'r goodness sakes, tomorra's Monday an' I got wash t' do!
Why is it men're such babies when they're feelin' poorly? 'F anybody readin' this knows I sure would appreciate hearin' from y' 'cause after all these years it's still a mystery t' me!
Well, that's all I'm gonna write f'r now. Truth be told, I'm headin' back t' bed m'self pretty soon.
I did see th' fog t'day an' was cheered t' think t'was eatin' up more o' th' snow that's left in th' shady places. That's good news t' me!
Love from
Stella
Thursday, March 26, 2009
A housecleanin' "don't" (from Stella)
Stella here.
Y'know, I'm still learnin' about this blog business... just saw a comment someone wrote back on Monday about cleanin' house. Said somebody she knew usta pile stuff in th' oven when comp'ny showed up unexpected.
Truth be told, I usta do th' same thing - till a while back I burned up a pair o' mittens I'd been knittin' on off'n on f'r almost a week.
They was just about finished, too, when Molly Eldredge from up th' road stopped by with that new lady that'd just moved int' th' big place across th' way... y'know, the one that was empty f'r so long?
If it'd been just Molly I wouldn't o' cared. She'd seen this place at its worst (an' me, too). But this other lady was new an' I didn't want her t' think I hadn't picked up yet. After all, 't WAS after eight o' clock!
So I just kinda grabbed what was spread out on th' kitchen table an' pitched it in th' oven... not thinkin' 'twas still warm from th' muffins I'd baked earlier. Made th' place look a whole lot more organized, havin' th' table clear, I must say.
Only trouble was, them mittens was some o' that acrylic yarn, an' they melted right down int' lumps, with th' needles still stuck inside 'em. Let me tell you, I was some annoyed when I opened that oven later t' retrieve ever'thing.
Scorched th' telephone an' electric bills an' a stack o' other papers so bad y' c'd hardly read 'em! Harvey said maybe if we sent those bills back like that with th' payments, Ma Bell (He still calls it that.) an' th' 'lectric folks'd think th' house'd been burned down an' not send us any more mail.
Fat chance!
Anyway, Molly an' th' new lady didn't even stay. She'd only come by t' see if Harvey an' me was free t' stop by f'r a cocktail (!!!!!) later in th' day. C'n you imagine Harvey settin' around drinkin' cocktails?! He won't even touch a beer on a hot day in the Summah!
Seems th' new folks wanted t' meet their neighbors. An' show off their house.
I'll say more about them some other time.
But by th' time I remembered th' oven, 't was too late t' save them mittens! Let me tell you, I was some mad at myself!
So I don't use that clean-up strategy anymore.
I see Harvey told y' about me an' Molly goin' off on one o' our little toots yesterday. Well, it's somethin' we been doin' off'n on f'r years. Good f'r us t' get out an' see somethin' 'sides our own dooryards an' chores.
This time we just rode around - an hour one way and an hour back. Harvey was some surprised t' see us home s' early. Still, 'twas nice t' get off away f'r a bit.
We did stop an' get a cup o' coffee an' a piece o' pie but that was it. Some toot.
Oh well, y' can't see th' circus ev'ry time.
That's all f'r now. Glad t' be home. 'Nother pretty mornin'. No sign o' my seeds sproutin' yet though.
Love,
Stella
Y'know, I'm still learnin' about this blog business... just saw a comment someone wrote back on Monday about cleanin' house. Said somebody she knew usta pile stuff in th' oven when comp'ny showed up unexpected.
Truth be told, I usta do th' same thing - till a while back I burned up a pair o' mittens I'd been knittin' on off'n on f'r almost a week.
They was just about finished, too, when Molly Eldredge from up th' road stopped by with that new lady that'd just moved int' th' big place across th' way... y'know, the one that was empty f'r so long?
If it'd been just Molly I wouldn't o' cared. She'd seen this place at its worst (an' me, too). But this other lady was new an' I didn't want her t' think I hadn't picked up yet. After all, 't WAS after eight o' clock!
So I just kinda grabbed what was spread out on th' kitchen table an' pitched it in th' oven... not thinkin' 'twas still warm from th' muffins I'd baked earlier. Made th' place look a whole lot more organized, havin' th' table clear, I must say.
Only trouble was, them mittens was some o' that acrylic yarn, an' they melted right down int' lumps, with th' needles still stuck inside 'em. Let me tell you, I was some annoyed when I opened that oven later t' retrieve ever'thing.
Scorched th' telephone an' electric bills an' a stack o' other papers so bad y' c'd hardly read 'em! Harvey said maybe if we sent those bills back like that with th' payments, Ma Bell (He still calls it that.) an' th' 'lectric folks'd think th' house'd been burned down an' not send us any more mail.
Fat chance!
Anyway, Molly an' th' new lady didn't even stay. She'd only come by t' see if Harvey an' me was free t' stop by f'r a cocktail (!!!!!) later in th' day. C'n you imagine Harvey settin' around drinkin' cocktails?! He won't even touch a beer on a hot day in the Summah!
Seems th' new folks wanted t' meet their neighbors. An' show off their house.
I'll say more about them some other time.
But by th' time I remembered th' oven, 't was too late t' save them mittens! Let me tell you, I was some mad at myself!
So I don't use that clean-up strategy anymore.
I see Harvey told y' about me an' Molly goin' off on one o' our little toots yesterday. Well, it's somethin' we been doin' off'n on f'r years. Good f'r us t' get out an' see somethin' 'sides our own dooryards an' chores.
This time we just rode around - an hour one way and an hour back. Harvey was some surprised t' see us home s' early. Still, 'twas nice t' get off away f'r a bit.
We did stop an' get a cup o' coffee an' a piece o' pie but that was it. Some toot.
Oh well, y' can't see th' circus ev'ry time.
That's all f'r now. Glad t' be home. 'Nother pretty mornin'. No sign o' my seeds sproutin' yet though.
Love,
Stella
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Harvey talkin'
Stell's gone off with Molly Eldredge so I'm gonna write somethin'.
I tend t' stay kinda close t' home of late. Never was much o' one f'r rammin' around the countryside anyway.
Stell, though, she likes t' get away now an' then. Most likely she'll go with Molly E but sometimes she'n one o' th' girls'll head off f'r th' day. Usu'lly in th' middle o' th' week, like t'day. Dunno where they've gone - c'd be up someplace they never been - altho' I can't think where that'd be - they been all over helln' gone. What's left?
But they'll find somethin' new t' gawk at. They always do.
Just wanted t' mention that Stell kinda ex-agerates my aches an' pains. Ar-thritis. It's just creaky bones now an' then. Don't you pay her no mind. Hell, you'd ache, too, sometimes if you'd spent 's much time haulin' traps an' nets 's I have!
That's all. Just my 2 cents.
H
I tend t' stay kinda close t' home of late. Never was much o' one f'r rammin' around the countryside anyway.
Stell, though, she likes t' get away now an' then. Most likely she'll go with Molly E but sometimes she'n one o' th' girls'll head off f'r th' day. Usu'lly in th' middle o' th' week, like t'day. Dunno where they've gone - c'd be up someplace they never been - altho' I can't think where that'd be - they been all over helln' gone. What's left?
But they'll find somethin' new t' gawk at. They always do.
Just wanted t' mention that Stell kinda ex-agerates my aches an' pains. Ar-thritis. It's just creaky bones now an' then. Don't you pay her no mind. Hell, you'd ache, too, sometimes if you'd spent 's much time haulin' traps an' nets 's I have!
That's all. Just my 2 cents.
H
Seein' th' mornin' star (Stella)
Stella here.
I'm happy t' report that Harvey's arthritis is doin' better today. Seems t' be related t' th' weather, mostly... although it's also been known t' act up when I got chores 'fr him t' do. Now why is that d'y' suppose?! :-)
My, what a pretty mornin'! I was up early (nothin' unusual) an' I saw th' mornin' star blazin' away in th' east just b'fore sunrise. Somebody told me that f'r th' next couple o' days she's gonna be both th' mornin' AND th' evenin' star just after sunset... somethin' that don't happen very often, I guess. Get y'rself outta bed tomorra if the sky's clear an' you can see her, too.
Harvey, he was up - that's how I knew his arthritis was doin' better - so he saw 'er along with me. Said he kinda wished he was out on th' water watchin' th' sun come up over th' horizon... but he allowed as it t'warn't too shabby from our kitchen winda.
I got a pile o' stuff t' do t'day, so I thought I'd just say 'mornin' an' get myself goin'.
Hope y' have a fine day!
Love,
Stella
I'm happy t' report that Harvey's arthritis is doin' better today. Seems t' be related t' th' weather, mostly... although it's also been known t' act up when I got chores 'fr him t' do. Now why is that d'y' suppose?! :-)
My, what a pretty mornin'! I was up early (nothin' unusual) an' I saw th' mornin' star blazin' away in th' east just b'fore sunrise. Somebody told me that f'r th' next couple o' days she's gonna be both th' mornin' AND th' evenin' star just after sunset... somethin' that don't happen very often, I guess. Get y'rself outta bed tomorra if the sky's clear an' you can see her, too.
Harvey, he was up - that's how I knew his arthritis was doin' better - so he saw 'er along with me. Said he kinda wished he was out on th' water watchin' th' sun come up over th' horizon... but he allowed as it t'warn't too shabby from our kitchen winda.
I got a pile o' stuff t' do t'day, so I thought I'd just say 'mornin' an' get myself goin'.
Hope y' have a fine day!
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
A blustery day (Stella)
Stella here.
Golly ain't it some windy! Good thing I didn't hang them curtains out t'day... they'd be somewheres off shore an' headin' f'r Spain!
I come in f'r a cup o' tea an' thought I'd just write somethin' quick. Harvey's arthritis is been actin' up somethin' fierce so he's out bangin' on some project 'r other he's got goin' out'n the shed. Cranky's all get out, I'm sorry t' say.
I been startin' some seeds here in th' winda an' hopin' they'll be up same time's th' ground's ready f'r 'em. I got some tomatoes an' some spinach in pottin' soil. Hope they take hold.
Oh, I know it's awful early yet but I just hadda do somethin'... seems like this Winter's just gone on f'rever! Thought maybe if I planted some seeds I c'd hasten th' season a bit. :-)
I just learned how t' do that little :-) sideways simle-y face thing. Plumb tickles me ev'ry time I make one. Jeannie taught me 'bout it last time she was here. Dropped in f'r a vist on her way by yesterday.
Jeannie's our oldest... but only by about two minutes. Her sister's not much for technology, but Jeannie's a whiz at these things! She's th' one gave me this laptop. Got a newer one an' said I oughta have this one here t' ex-pand my horizons.
I thought my horizons was about as expanded as they needed t' be already but I'm beginnin' t' think maybe I got a ways t' go.
When I get t' thinkin' about folks only a little over a hundred years ago... like them who went off on th' sailin' ships an' didn't see nor hear from relatives for years on end... or th' pioneers, goin' off where there was only mail if some guy on a horse was ridin' by comin' from th' east - well, it just amazes me no end t' realize I c'd talk with somebody in China in no more time'n it takes t' type in an address on a screen!
'Course I don't know nobody in China, but if I did...
Wish y' could see th' ocean t'day. It's a kind o' a slate blue gray with a mite o' purple in places. Hard color t' describe. Looks kinda mean somehow. Days like this I always worried some if Harvey was out on th' water, fearin' th' old Betsy Ann's engine'd quit on him an' he'd get blowed off t' who-knows-where. I'm just as glad he sold that ol' tub an' retired from fishin'.
Good gosh, lookit th' time! I gotta go an' stir th' chowder! Remind me sometime an' I'll give y' my recipe.
That's all f'r now.
:-)
Stella
Golly ain't it some windy! Good thing I didn't hang them curtains out t'day... they'd be somewheres off shore an' headin' f'r Spain!
I come in f'r a cup o' tea an' thought I'd just write somethin' quick. Harvey's arthritis is been actin' up somethin' fierce so he's out bangin' on some project 'r other he's got goin' out'n the shed. Cranky's all get out, I'm sorry t' say.
I been startin' some seeds here in th' winda an' hopin' they'll be up same time's th' ground's ready f'r 'em. I got some tomatoes an' some spinach in pottin' soil. Hope they take hold.
Oh, I know it's awful early yet but I just hadda do somethin'... seems like this Winter's just gone on f'rever! Thought maybe if I planted some seeds I c'd hasten th' season a bit. :-)
I just learned how t' do that little :-) sideways simle-y face thing. Plumb tickles me ev'ry time I make one. Jeannie taught me 'bout it last time she was here. Dropped in f'r a vist on her way by yesterday.
Jeannie's our oldest... but only by about two minutes. Her sister's not much for technology, but Jeannie's a whiz at these things! She's th' one gave me this laptop. Got a newer one an' said I oughta have this one here t' ex-pand my horizons.
I thought my horizons was about as expanded as they needed t' be already but I'm beginnin' t' think maybe I got a ways t' go.
When I get t' thinkin' about folks only a little over a hundred years ago... like them who went off on th' sailin' ships an' didn't see nor hear from relatives for years on end... or th' pioneers, goin' off where there was only mail if some guy on a horse was ridin' by comin' from th' east - well, it just amazes me no end t' realize I c'd talk with somebody in China in no more time'n it takes t' type in an address on a screen!
'Course I don't know nobody in China, but if I did...
Wish y' could see th' ocean t'day. It's a kind o' a slate blue gray with a mite o' purple in places. Hard color t' describe. Looks kinda mean somehow. Days like this I always worried some if Harvey was out on th' water, fearin' th' old Betsy Ann's engine'd quit on him an' he'd get blowed off t' who-knows-where. I'm just as glad he sold that ol' tub an' retired from fishin'.
Good gosh, lookit th' time! I gotta go an' stir th' chowder! Remind me sometime an' I'll give y' my recipe.
That's all f'r now.
:-)
Stella
Monday, March 23, 2009
Deck furniture???
Some woman wrote Stella yesterday askin' f'r advice about Spring cleanin' an' paintin' her deck furniture.
I says t' Stell, I ain't got no "deck furniture" t' worry about 'cept f'r my bait box!
H.
I says t' Stell, I ain't got no "deck furniture" t' worry about 'cept f'r my bait box!
H.
Bigger type? Housecleanin', y' say?
Stella here.
Harvey thinks I oughta use bigger type. How's this?
Confound... if I don't think this blog thing's gonna swallow up half o' my day if I don't get a handle on it!
Friend o' ours wrote me askin' about Spring cleanin', seein's how I mentioned in the start-up page how I shoulda been washin' curtains 'stead o' jawin' away online.
Well... didn't that just give me some pause!
Imagine, somebody thinkin' I might have tips on cleanin'!
Pat G's made some mention o' th' time I got riled up after bein' married t' Harvey f'r fifteen years an' we fin'lly cleaned out th' cellar. That story's called "Emma's Bouquet" if y' ever get a chance t' hear her tell it.
Th' time I washed Harvey's ma's old curtains is in one called "Dr. Spock".
But y' gotta know that I never got taught how t' clean house. Mostly 'twas a simple matter o' figure it out f'r myself, or else ask a friend. Y' know, deah, that ever'body's got their own favorite methods o' cleanin'. An' I ain't no exception.
But here's th' simple truth... livin' with Harvey, y' just gotta keep as ahead as y' can 'cause sure as anything if y' don't y'll be swamped an' buried in piles o' stuff 'fore y' know what hit ya.
That man is a savin' fool! He's got more stuff'n Carter's got Little Liver Pills!
An' when th' girls was livin' at home 'twas twice as bad.
I was just 18 when Harvey an' I got married. An' one year later we had twin baby girls.
Housekeepin'? You have GOT t' be jokin'! If t'warnt f'r Molly Eldredge bailin' me out times when things was completely outta control, I'da never o' made it t' th' twins' first birthday!
'Course I got better at it. Y' got to! Here's maybe one 'r two things I c'n suggest, f'r whatever they're worth.
1. Th' more room y' got, th' more stuff y'll accumulate.
2. Don't save th' whole magazine; just tear out what y' want an' toss th' rest.
3. Learn t' file, it saves a whole lotta wear an' tear when y' gotta find bills 'r articles y've saved 'r recipes 'r th' instructions f'r th' new laptop y'r kids gave ya. An' don't let nobody "help" ya file either. 'Specially y'r husband.
4. That ol' "wash on Monday, iron on Tuesday" rule ain't such a bad idea. 'Course half th' time it RAINS on Monday, an' then y're up th' creek - unless y' got a dryer. I purely hate dryers! They use up too much energy an' they beat hell outta y'r clothes. 5. But if y' can make y'rself some kinda plan... like on th' day y' wash, dry an' fold, don't do nothin' else till that's finished. That multi-taskin' stuff folks try t' do nowdays'll kill ya in th' end! Cook a big pot o' somethin' ever'body likes when y' know y're gonna be extra busy. Y' can't manufacture no gourmet meals when y'r tryin' t' shampoo th' rugs 'r put down new linoleum squares in th' kitchen.
6. Teach y'r kids t' pull their own weight. My girls washed their own school blouses an' undies from th' time they was ten 'r eleven. They learned how t' iron, too... although I guess nobody does that anymore. Chores ain't gonna kill a kid - even if they let on like it is.
7. Some men is trainable t' help with th' housework, an' some isn't. Y' got t' know which kind y' have. If y' got th' kind that's not trainable, then just make sure they ain't under foot when you're scrubbin' an' straightenin'.
8. An' here's a trick... t' clean up in a hurry, say like y' just found out th' minister's comin' over f'r a chat about th' Alliance bake sale... toss ever'thing that's lyin' around in one o' them big plastic trash bags an' stuff it under th' bed. If nobody asks f'r whatever's in th' bag f'r two 'r three weeks, y' c'n pretty safely assume they ain't gonna need it an' it c'n go bye-bye t' th' Salvation Army.
9. As f'r vacuumim' lamp shades an' dustin' lightbulbs, an' polishin' th' undersides o' things... if folks is that worried about such an' the like, they ain't nobody y' need t' have come visit in th' first place.
There y' go, deah. I hope some o' that's helpful.
It's been nice chattin' with ya.
Love,
Stella
Harvey thinks I oughta use bigger type. How's this?
Confound... if I don't think this blog thing's gonna swallow up half o' my day if I don't get a handle on it!
Friend o' ours wrote me askin' about Spring cleanin', seein's how I mentioned in the start-up page how I shoulda been washin' curtains 'stead o' jawin' away online.
Well... didn't that just give me some pause!
Imagine, somebody thinkin' I might have tips on cleanin'!
Pat G's made some mention o' th' time I got riled up after bein' married t' Harvey f'r fifteen years an' we fin'lly cleaned out th' cellar. That story's called "Emma's Bouquet" if y' ever get a chance t' hear her tell it.
Th' time I washed Harvey's ma's old curtains is in one called "Dr. Spock".
But y' gotta know that I never got taught how t' clean house. Mostly 'twas a simple matter o' figure it out f'r myself, or else ask a friend. Y' know, deah, that ever'body's got their own favorite methods o' cleanin'. An' I ain't no exception.
But here's th' simple truth... livin' with Harvey, y' just gotta keep as ahead as y' can 'cause sure as anything if y' don't y'll be swamped an' buried in piles o' stuff 'fore y' know what hit ya.
That man is a savin' fool! He's got more stuff'n Carter's got Little Liver Pills!
An' when th' girls was livin' at home 'twas twice as bad.
I was just 18 when Harvey an' I got married. An' one year later we had twin baby girls.
Housekeepin'? You have GOT t' be jokin'! If t'warnt f'r Molly Eldredge bailin' me out times when things was completely outta control, I'da never o' made it t' th' twins' first birthday!
'Course I got better at it. Y' got to! Here's maybe one 'r two things I c'n suggest, f'r whatever they're worth.
1. Th' more room y' got, th' more stuff y'll accumulate.
2. Don't save th' whole magazine; just tear out what y' want an' toss th' rest.
3. Learn t' file, it saves a whole lotta wear an' tear when y' gotta find bills 'r articles y've saved 'r recipes 'r th' instructions f'r th' new laptop y'r kids gave ya. An' don't let nobody "help" ya file either. 'Specially y'r husband.
4. That ol' "wash on Monday, iron on Tuesday" rule ain't such a bad idea. 'Course half th' time it RAINS on Monday, an' then y're up th' creek - unless y' got a dryer. I purely hate dryers! They use up too much energy an' they beat hell outta y'r clothes. 5. But if y' can make y'rself some kinda plan... like on th' day y' wash, dry an' fold, don't do nothin' else till that's finished. That multi-taskin' stuff folks try t' do nowdays'll kill ya in th' end! Cook a big pot o' somethin' ever'body likes when y' know y're gonna be extra busy. Y' can't manufacture no gourmet meals when y'r tryin' t' shampoo th' rugs 'r put down new linoleum squares in th' kitchen.
6. Teach y'r kids t' pull their own weight. My girls washed their own school blouses an' undies from th' time they was ten 'r eleven. They learned how t' iron, too... although I guess nobody does that anymore. Chores ain't gonna kill a kid - even if they let on like it is.
7. Some men is trainable t' help with th' housework, an' some isn't. Y' got t' know which kind y' have. If y' got th' kind that's not trainable, then just make sure they ain't under foot when you're scrubbin' an' straightenin'.
8. An' here's a trick... t' clean up in a hurry, say like y' just found out th' minister's comin' over f'r a chat about th' Alliance bake sale... toss ever'thing that's lyin' around in one o' them big plastic trash bags an' stuff it under th' bed. If nobody asks f'r whatever's in th' bag f'r two 'r three weeks, y' c'n pretty safely assume they ain't gonna need it an' it c'n go bye-bye t' th' Salvation Army.
9. As f'r vacuumim' lamp shades an' dustin' lightbulbs, an' polishin' th' undersides o' things... if folks is that worried about such an' the like, they ain't nobody y' need t' have come visit in th' first place.
There y' go, deah. I hope some o' that's helpful.
It's been nice chattin' with ya.
Love,
Stella
Harvey checkin' in
That Stella, 'course I'm stubborn... got that way livin' with her all these years!
'F I hadn'ta held my ground, folks readin' this blog-thing'd never know where we are. I KNOW there ain't no mountains - like those in the picture - on th' coast o' Maine - but y' gotta use what y' got sometimes. "Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without!" 's what my ma always usta say. So if all we got's a whale an' mountains, at least there's ocean showin', too.
That's all I wanted t' say.
Came in f'r a piece o' Stell's spice cake an' just wanted t' put in my 2 cents.
Oh yeah, an' I think Stell oughta use bigger type, too. Them piddly little fonts she's usin's enough t' make a man go blind!
H.
'F I hadn'ta held my ground, folks readin' this blog-thing'd never know where we are. I KNOW there ain't no mountains - like those in the picture - on th' coast o' Maine - but y' gotta use what y' got sometimes. "Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without!" 's what my ma always usta say. So if all we got's a whale an' mountains, at least there's ocean showin', too.
That's all I wanted t' say.
Came in f'r a piece o' Stell's spice cake an' just wanted t' put in my 2 cents.
Oh yeah, an' I think Stell oughta use bigger type, too. Them piddly little fonts she's usin's enough t' make a man go blind!
H.
Welcome t' our blog!
Welcome!
Glad ya dropped in!
I'm writin' from our kitchen now, so set ye down wherever y' are an' put y'r feet up an' rest a spell.
I jest took one o' my punkin spice cakes outta th' oven an' while it cools I thought I'd fiddle around with this blog thing an' see if I could get it t' workin'.
Harvey's out tinkerin' in his shed so this is just Stella writin'. He's th' one that wanted that whale picture up there at th' start o' this blog - not me.
"Harvey," I says, "there ain't hardly no whales 'round here, an' there sure ain't no mountains like y' see behind that whale. F'r gosh sakes, we're on th' coast o' Maine!"
But he don't care.
Seems 'twas th' only picture I could find available with anything o' th' ocean in it - an' he wanted somethin' ocean-y. Blast if that man ain't a stubborn cuss!
So t' keep him quiet I put in th' whale. Hope y' like it.
I dunno how I let myself get roped int' makin' a blog, f'r goodness sakes! Seems like one gosh-awful energy consumin' use o' my time, but th' girls say y' gotta have one cuz everybody does these days.
So here I am.
Such a nice day like this, early Spring an' all, seems I oughta be washin' curtains or somethin' like that. If y' don't get ahead of y'r Spring cleanin' early on, ain't no way y'll ever catch up once the weather turns really nice!
'Course I don't have quite th' energy I usta, so maybe settin' down an' takin' a break now'n then ain't such a bad idea.
Seein's how Harvey got his whale/ocean picture inta th' mix, I thought I'd write what I have t' say in blue... an' then if Harvey or anybody else wants t' put their two cents in, they c'n have another color. How's that f'r clever!
We surely do hope t' hear from folks if somethin' we write interests 'em. 'Parently y' c'n send y'r comments back t' me (us) right on th' blog... only y' gotta be registered y'rself on this blogspot thing. But heck, if I c'n get this whole shebang set up an' runnin', you oughta be able t' figure out how t' write back! 'Course y' could always write t' our email address harveyandstellastories@yahoo.com an' we'd get it that way instead. It's up t' you.
That email's mostly f'r lettin' friends know when we're gonna be havin' our stories told. Since our friend Pat G.'s started writin' 'em down she seems t' think some folks might enjoy hearin' 'em. So if y' have a free night at y'r library 'r school 'r someplace like that, 'r need somethin' entertainin' before y'r next meetin', drop us a line an' she'll take on th' task o' settin' up a date with ya.
I wish I c'd send y' a picture o' what I'm seein' outta th' kitchen winda here. Th' breeze is blowin' up a fine chop out on th' bay, an' th' sundance on th' water's as pretty's I've ever seen it. (Ain't no whales, though.)
Well, I gotta go take that cake outta th' pan, so I'm gonna sign off f'r now.
Harvey sends his best. I'll be writin' again sometime soon.
Love,
Stella
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