Day after Thanksgivin'

Hi there... Stella here.
It's been such a long time since our last postin' - I expect you're wonderin' where we been!
Somebody just t' other day suggested that mebbe me an' Harvey'd fallen overboard. But here we be, hale an' hearty as ever.
Hope y' had a dandy Thanksgivin'!

Up here t' Moose Cove we was wicked busy. Th' girls come with one hubby an' one kid (t' other grandkid bein' indisposed with a case o' th' teenage sulks an' grounded f'r th' rest of his life).
Don't ask.

I cooked th' turkey in th' brown paper sack just like I always do - an' t'was just as fine as 't always is. Some things just don't never change, thank goodness!
I ain't gonna try t' catch y' up on all th' time that's gone by. I'll just say that I'm writin' from th' Moose Cove library cuz our ol' dependable laptop give out on us a ways back and we ain't got around t' replacin' it.
Ev'rybody here's fine. There's been lots goin' on.

Molly an' Webb're doin' OK. Still married. Webb's been out in th' truck with his snow plow already. We had a mite o' snow last night an' he was out at th' crack o' dawn pushin' what little we had around.
Molly said she guesses some women have t' bear up bein' football widdows durin' that season - she's gonna be a plow widda.

Harvey's been out tinkerin' in his shed. I think he's workin' on stuff f'r Christmas but he's bein' awful close-mouthed about it.
We had one humongous load o' wood dropped off back in October an' he's got it all stacked b'tween house an' shed. Y' gotta wind y'r way through a regular MAZE t' get from one t' th' other. He says it's a windbreak.

Well, I gotta go. Library's fixin' t' close an' I gotta get home an' think about how I'm gonna use up all o' th' leftovers. Even with Jeannie an' Deb takin' some home, there's still an awful lot t' consider!

I'm startin' t' count days till (less'n a month now) the days start gettin' longer again. This early dark ain't exactly my fav'rite!

Special "Hi's" t' Sylver, an' t' Steve W. Thanks f'r hangin' in there an' askin' about us.
Love,
Stella