Drippin' an' blowin' an' all

Stella here.
Well, all I c'n say's that both me an' Harvey musta had one o' them boomerang colds! We wuz feelin' just about fine... when the blamed thing snuck back an' hit us again... worse'n before!
This time we're good and over it, though. Least we'd better be. I don't think I coulda taken much more o' Harvey's honkin' an' blowin' an' hackin' an' coughin'! An' I weren't no better!
Only now th' blasted weather's got it!!! Drippin' an' blowin' an' all... I ain't seen rain like this in longer'n I can remember! Mother Nature's got one HECK of a head cold!!
:-)
Harvey says he'druther 'twas snow. I guess I gotta agree with him on that. What a dreary day! Only, if 'twas snow we'd be up to our bustles in it, an' glory only knows WHEN we'd get dug out!
He wuz so mad at all th' rain, he went an' hove a Vicks jar out offa the end o' th' pier. Said when he come back in maybe THAT'd cure what ails her (Mother Nature)!
He always DID get cranky when he wuz "under th' weather"!

Well, that's all f'r now. It's been SOME week, I tell ya.
Love,
Stella

This an' that

Stella here.
Cold's all gone. An' good riddance, I say.
Harvey's about over it, too.

Molly's been runnin' back an' forth 'tween her house an' Webb's. He's only had it mild... but she's been carryin' on like he had th' plague 'r somethin'! I hope she's gonna settle down some once they're married. I can't remember her bein' like that with Frank... but then he jest keeled over one day with no warnin' s' mebbe she's worried it'll happen again.
Still an' all, I bet ol' Webb's soakin' up all th' attention, him havin' been a bachelor f'r so long. An' since there ain't been no snow worth mentionin' f'r some time, he c'n just hole up an' let her bring him soup 20 times a day - there bein' no call f'r snowplowin' at th' moment.

If y're gonna be lookin' f'r somethin' t' do t'morra night, Pat G's gonna be tellin' one o' those stories she's got about me an' Harvey over t' th' Side Door Coffee House there in Brunswick.
An' on Sat'day she's gonna be tellin' one o' Ruth Moore's poems at someplace called the Theater Project, also in Brunswick. Said she might even slip in a story 'bout Harvey an' me if there's time.

Well, that's all f'r now.
Love,
Stella

Big news!

Stella here.
Well, 'twasn't th' best Valentine's Day I've ever spent... what with my nose drippin' an' Harvey snufflin' an' snortin' like a beached whale.
On th' other hand though, I guess it coulda been worse. One Valentine's Day we both musta et somethin' that was a mite "off" an' spent th' whole night tradin' places in th' bathroom.
Everything's relative, I guess.

On th' other hand, even though there's a nasty cold's been makin' th' rounds o' Moose Cove folks, it seems th' course o' true love ain't about t' be put off by a few sniffles. Molly Eldridge, our neighbor down th' road, an' Webb Grant, th' snow plow guy's en-gaged!

She called me up Monday mornin' - Sunday havin' been Valentine's Day an' all - an' informed me that Webb'd come by with a bunch o' posies an' while they was settin' in her kitchen drinkin' tea an' she was tryin' her darndest, she said, not t' hack an' cough, ol' Webb takes her hand an' pops th' question!
Molly said she about fell off her chair.
An' then she sneezed right on him.
Not one o' them little ladylike "achoo's", neither, but a honkin' great SNEEZE!!
I guess he was took aback f'r a second but he just reached in his pocket an' pulled out a kerchief an' handed it to her.
She said she was some glad t' see 'twas a clean one.
So she gave a great blow an' wiped her eyes - which had all teared up - took as deep a breath as she was capable of... an' said Yes.

They was gonna go lookin' f'r a ring t'day, but now Webb's come down with th' cold an' so they're gonna wait till he's feelin' better. She's makin' him some chicken soup an' stoppin' by th' store t' stock up on Kleenex 'fore she takes him th' soup.

Me an' Harvey're feelin' lots better (Thanks, Sylver, f'r the get-well wishes) actually. I guess we'll be back t' normal in a day 'r so.
I'll let y' know how things're goin' here on th' Pier Rd. soon's I get any more news.
Love,
Stella

Colds

Stella here.
This is gonna be short. Me an' Harvey's both got wicked colds. A couple minutes ago Harvey sneezed s' hard his glasses flew off an' 'bout scared th' cat outta whatever's left o' her nine lives!
Ev'rybody in Moose Cove seems t' be gettin' it.
'Nuff said. Where's th' Vicks?
Love,
Stella

Up??

Stella here.
OK, we gotta come clean... Couple'o folks asked why Harvey said UP in th' last postin' when he mentioned Lubec, him havin' run a lobster boat f'r s' many years.
Well, it's like this...
Me an' H.'ve been writin' on this blog f'r almost a year now. We fin'lly "got it" that some folks who're readin' it are FROM AWAY.
That bein' said, we try t' keep in mind that sayin' "down" confuses th' heck outta most of 'em, so most o' th' time we try t' write so's they won't get too flummoxed. ("Course, with Harvey y' c'n usually tell what kinda mood he's in by whether or not he worries about such things.)
So f'r those who don't know Maine... It's UP if y're lookin' at a map and y're from away, but it's DOWN if y're used t' readin' charts. That's why it ain't Up East.
Hope that's clear!

OK, that's all I got right now. It's one heck of a nice day an' me an' Molly's goin' off on a "toot" in her car just t' get out an' make sure things're still holdin' t'gether around here.
(F'r th' new folks: a toot's when y' just get up an' go off drivin' an' see where y' end up. There ain't no purpose to a toot 'cept t' get outta th' house f'r a bit.)
Mebbe we'll go UP or mebbe we'll go DOWN. It just depends...
:-)
Love,
Stella

So where IS Moose Cove?

This here's Harvey talkin'.
One o' our friends made a comment on Stella's last postin' about th' whereabouts o' Moose Cove.
THAT Moose Cove ain't us.
There's been some contro-versy over th' years about there bein' 2 Moose Coves, but we ain't th' one up by Lubec.
That's all I got t' say.
H.