Stella here.
Well, we made it through th' big Christmas shindig. Still no snow t' speak of, but havin' th' girls an' th' gran'kids here sure made it a nice celebration.
Harvey an' Webb was good about th' eggnog. Nobody had trouble navigatin', even though Webb had said he was gonna spike it some. Guess Molly musta given him a talkin' to b'forehand.
Th' grandkids're gettin' so grown up! (H. says that means they're teeterin' on th' edge o' bein' difficult. I told him 'twouldn't last long an' they'd be just like human bein's again 'fore we know it.)
We all trimmed th' tree t'gether. Them little lobster traps made outta popsicle sticks is still holdin' t'gether - although they been around long enough now they look like they've weathered a bunch o' Nor'easters! Still, I guess they'll outlast me an' H. by some. But th' angel made outta macaroni an' glitter fin'lly bit th' dust; mice musta got inta it. Hope it didn't make 'em too sick... all that shiny stuff!
Maybe somebody'll make a new one f'r next year.
All o' us up here in Moose Cove are wishin' you all a dandy 2012. Here's hopin' it'll be a mite more aff-luent than '11 was. Folks here's gettin' a little tired o' weatherin' tight times - again.
Even so, though, me an' H's got no com-plaints about th' year gone by. We're still kickin' - an' at our age, that's somethin' t' brag about!
We'll see y' next year... in a couple o' days!
Love,
Stella
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Th' week b'fore Christmas
Stella here.
It's not lookin' a whole lot like Christmas here in Moose Cove... in case there's anybody out there readin' this.
I expect we've about dropped off o' ev'ryone's radar, it's been s' long since I wrote anything. Although I DID try a couple o' weeks ago only we was havin' www difficulties up here an' th' piece I wrote got lost in outer space - or wherever things get lost to on th' internet.
So it's kinda peak'ed in th' snow department. Harvey says he don't mind none, but Webb up th' road's fumin' somethin' fierce cuz he ain't got no work f'r his plow.
Molly (Mrs. Webb) says she's just as glad, as Webb's eyesight ain't none too good these days. She's been tryin' t' get him t' Hravey's eye doc, an' H's been nudgin' him about it, too, sayin' gettin' spec's was th' best thing he (H) ever done. (Although, truth be told, I had one h--- of a time gettin' Mister Man to go get HIS eyes done that first time!)
Th' girls is comin' up Christmas day, Deb with Mr. Deb an' th' kids, an' Jeannie just her own self, as usual. We're lookin' forward t' that, let me tell ya!
I'm gonna try t' write again real soon. But knowin' how life goes, it may not be as soon's I'd like.
So I'll take this minute t' wish anybody out there readin' this (feels kinda like throwin' a message in a bottle out inta th' Atlantic) a happy Christmas an' a happy new year.
Love,
Stella
It's not lookin' a whole lot like Christmas here in Moose Cove... in case there's anybody out there readin' this.
I expect we've about dropped off o' ev'ryone's radar, it's been s' long since I wrote anything. Although I DID try a couple o' weeks ago only we was havin' www difficulties up here an' th' piece I wrote got lost in outer space - or wherever things get lost to on th' internet.
So it's kinda peak'ed in th' snow department. Harvey says he don't mind none, but Webb up th' road's fumin' somethin' fierce cuz he ain't got no work f'r his plow.
Molly (Mrs. Webb) says she's just as glad, as Webb's eyesight ain't none too good these days. She's been tryin' t' get him t' Hravey's eye doc, an' H's been nudgin' him about it, too, sayin' gettin' spec's was th' best thing he (H) ever done. (Although, truth be told, I had one h--- of a time gettin' Mister Man to go get HIS eyes done that first time!)
Th' girls is comin' up Christmas day, Deb with Mr. Deb an' th' kids, an' Jeannie just her own self, as usual. We're lookin' forward t' that, let me tell ya!
I'm gonna try t' write again real soon. But knowin' how life goes, it may not be as soon's I'd like.
So I'll take this minute t' wish anybody out there readin' this (feels kinda like throwin' a message in a bottle out inta th' Atlantic) a happy Christmas an' a happy new year.
Love,
Stella
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Off on a toot
This here's Harvey talkin'.
Stell an' Molly E've gone off on a toot yard salein'.
Too fine a day t' stay indoors they said.
Ain't no tellin' what they'll come back with.
Mebbe I oughta consider addin' on an ell.
Good thing she started th' beans 'fore they left!
H.
Stell an' Molly E've gone off on a toot yard salein'.
Too fine a day t' stay indoors they said.
Ain't no tellin' what they'll come back with.
Mebbe I oughta consider addin' on an ell.
Good thing she started th' beans 'fore they left!
H.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Storytellin'
Stella here.
We had a pile o' rain a bit ago so I'm settin' here at th' Moose Cove library waitin' f'r th' sun t' come out. Thought I'd write somethin' so y' knew I was still here an' hadn't disappeared.
Pat G called up t'other day. She'd just gotten back from that Western Maine Storytellin' Festival in Farmington that she'd been all ex-cited about. Said 'twas a wicked good time an' she wished me an' Harvey'd been able t' go.
Said Harvey woulda liked a fella name o' Jeep Wilcox who done some awful nice poems an' told some fine tales about th' Maine woods up around Rangely.
An' she said she did what she'd told us an' told that story she tells about th' first time I cooked a turkey f'r Harvey f'r Thanksgivin'. I dunno why anybody'd want t' hear such foolishness, but she said folks was tickled.
All th' in-formation about that festival's at www.wmsfestival.org if y' wanta look at it.
I keep tellin' Harvey he oughta go t' some o' them things an' tell a couple o' his stories, but he maintains he'd never get up in front o' folks like that an' make a pure fool o' himself (which is what he's sure he'd do). I told him he didn't need t' get up in front o' folks t' do that... but he knows I was just jokin'.
Things here slowed down some over th' weekend as it seemed all th' tourists here musta headed down t' Rockland t' th' lobstah festival. Only it rained like a son of a gun an' I guess some of 'em musta headed home early.
Moose Cove was thinkin' t' have somethin' like that, only we ain't got no place t' put a crowd that big. We got all we c'n handle with what we got in th' way o' summah folks now!
Oh - here's th' sun comin' out. I'm gonna shut down now an' get goin'.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella
We had a pile o' rain a bit ago so I'm settin' here at th' Moose Cove library waitin' f'r th' sun t' come out. Thought I'd write somethin' so y' knew I was still here an' hadn't disappeared.
Pat G called up t'other day. She'd just gotten back from that Western Maine Storytellin' Festival in Farmington that she'd been all ex-cited about. Said 'twas a wicked good time an' she wished me an' Harvey'd been able t' go.
Said Harvey woulda liked a fella name o' Jeep Wilcox who done some awful nice poems an' told some fine tales about th' Maine woods up around Rangely.
An' she said she did what she'd told us an' told that story she tells about th' first time I cooked a turkey f'r Harvey f'r Thanksgivin'. I dunno why anybody'd want t' hear such foolishness, but she said folks was tickled.
All th' in-formation about that festival's at www.wmsfestival.org if y' wanta look at it.
I keep tellin' Harvey he oughta go t' some o' them things an' tell a couple o' his stories, but he maintains he'd never get up in front o' folks like that an' make a pure fool o' himself (which is what he's sure he'd do). I told him he didn't need t' get up in front o' folks t' do that... but he knows I was just jokin'.
Things here slowed down some over th' weekend as it seemed all th' tourists here musta headed down t' Rockland t' th' lobstah festival. Only it rained like a son of a gun an' I guess some of 'em musta headed home early.
Moose Cove was thinkin' t' have somethin' like that, only we ain't got no place t' put a crowd that big. We got all we c'n handle with what we got in th' way o' summah folks now!
Oh - here's th' sun comin' out. I'm gonna shut down now an' get goin'.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tourists
Stella here.
Weather f'r human bein's has come back t' Moose Cove! We pulled out th' comforter last night - an' didn't that feel some good, snugglin' down under it!
Me an' Harvey's both in agreement that we ain't cut out f'r hot weather.
It ain't seemed t' bother th' tourists none, though. They're thicker'n flies on fish bait!
Yest'day I went out t' hang out a wash an' there's a fella an' three kids standin' there gawkin' at me. Like I was some kinda ex-hibit or somethin'. Wonder how they'd like it if me an' H. drove up an' watched 'em barbequin' in their back yard.
Seems they get more shameless ev'ry year. Nan Bartlett over t' th' Carriage Road said she woke up one mornin' t' noises downstairs an' went down in her housecoat an' pincurls t' find some woman she ain't never seen b'fore settin' at her kitchen table (Nan never locks her kitchen back door) an' th' woman asks her, "What time d' you start servin' breakfast in this es-tablishment?"... like it was some kinda B&B or somethin'.
Nan said she just stood there gawpin' at her, she was so dumbfounded, an' fin'lly th' woman says, "Well, I never!" an' gets up an' walks out.
Nan tells me she's lockin' her doors from here on in... least until after th' first frost.
That's all I got time t' write jus' now. I'll catch y' later.
Love,
Stella
Weather f'r human bein's has come back t' Moose Cove! We pulled out th' comforter last night - an' didn't that feel some good, snugglin' down under it!
Me an' Harvey's both in agreement that we ain't cut out f'r hot weather.
It ain't seemed t' bother th' tourists none, though. They're thicker'n flies on fish bait!
Yest'day I went out t' hang out a wash an' there's a fella an' three kids standin' there gawkin' at me. Like I was some kinda ex-hibit or somethin'. Wonder how they'd like it if me an' H. drove up an' watched 'em barbequin' in their back yard.
Seems they get more shameless ev'ry year. Nan Bartlett over t' th' Carriage Road said she woke up one mornin' t' noises downstairs an' went down in her housecoat an' pincurls t' find some woman she ain't never seen b'fore settin' at her kitchen table (Nan never locks her kitchen back door) an' th' woman asks her, "What time d' you start servin' breakfast in this es-tablishment?"... like it was some kinda B&B or somethin'.
Nan said she just stood there gawpin' at her, she was so dumbfounded, an' fin'lly th' woman says, "Well, I never!" an' gets up an' walks out.
Nan tells me she's lockin' her doors from here on in... least until after th' first frost.
That's all I got time t' write jus' now. I'll catch y' later.
Love,
Stella
Friday, July 22, 2011
Meltdown
Stella here.
Hotter'n a ... I dunno what!
Even with that breeze in offa the water, we're vergin' on meltdown here in Moose Cove.
'Course, 'tain't s' bad as the rest o' th' country.
Me an' Harvey an' folks here's some o' th' lucky ones!
Just gonna write somethin' quick... th' library's got air conditionin' but it's busted, so as soon as I get done here, me an' Molly's headin' back t' th' Pier Road in her air conditioned car an' stayin' put.
Their house bein' right up th' road from Harvey an' me, we're both lookin' forward t' just gettin' home an' settin'!
She says Webb (her dearly beloved) keeps sayin' he can't wait t' have t' start plowin' snow again.
Can't say's I blame him.
I'll write somethin' better when I ain't meltin' down like th' wicked witch o' th' west!
(If anybody readin' this owes th' Moose Cove library a fine, pay it up soon's y' can. Mebbe they'll get th' cooler back workin' again!)
Love,
Stella
Hotter'n a ... I dunno what!
Even with that breeze in offa the water, we're vergin' on meltdown here in Moose Cove.
'Course, 'tain't s' bad as the rest o' th' country.
Me an' Harvey an' folks here's some o' th' lucky ones!
Just gonna write somethin' quick... th' library's got air conditionin' but it's busted, so as soon as I get done here, me an' Molly's headin' back t' th' Pier Road in her air conditioned car an' stayin' put.
Their house bein' right up th' road from Harvey an' me, we're both lookin' forward t' just gettin' home an' settin'!
She says Webb (her dearly beloved) keeps sayin' he can't wait t' have t' start plowin' snow again.
Can't say's I blame him.
I'll write somethin' better when I ain't meltin' down like th' wicked witch o' th' west!
(If anybody readin' this owes th' Moose Cove library a fine, pay it up soon's y' can. Mebbe they'll get th' cooler back workin' again!)
Love,
Stella
Monday, July 18, 2011
Harvey here
This here's Harvey talkin'.
All's I c'n say about those women an' their Tupperware parties is - t'was about time for 'em t' move on t' somethin' else!
H.
PS - That stuff does make dandy bait con-tainers, though.
All's I c'n say about those women an' their Tupperware parties is - t'was about time for 'em t' move on t' somethin' else!
H.
PS - That stuff does make dandy bait con-tainers, though.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Sat'day thoughts
Stella here.
Talked t' Pat G. She said th' benefit concert was just dandy with a whole lotta folks on hand to enjoy th' entertainment.
I kinda wish we'da been there. She said th' music was fine an' that Kendall Morse was wicked humorous. Harvey an' me've always thought he's one o' th' funniest fellas around.
H. usta have his recordin' o' "Moose Turd Pie" an' he about wore it right out. F'r any o' you folks who got delicate sensibilities - I don't recommend tryin' t' find it. But if he ever stumbles on it at a yard sale I guess we'll have another round o' list'nin' to it.
H. an' his buddies think it's some kinda classic.
Th' girls got so's they'd depart th' house whenever he'd play it. "That's disgustin!" they'd say.
I 'member one time Deb had a fella she was sweet on an' he come by one evenin' t' pick her up. Harvey put on that record an' by th' time Deb finished primpin' an' come downstairs H. an' the fella was laughin' 'til they was near cryin'. She quit datin' what's-his-name shortly after that... I s'pose him thinkin' "Moose Turd Pie" was comical kinda set her against him in spite o' his good qualities.
Well, that's all I got t' say f'r now. Hope y' have a fine weekend.
Love,
Stella
Talked t' Pat G. She said th' benefit concert was just dandy with a whole lotta folks on hand to enjoy th' entertainment.
I kinda wish we'da been there. She said th' music was fine an' that Kendall Morse was wicked humorous. Harvey an' me've always thought he's one o' th' funniest fellas around.
H. usta have his recordin' o' "Moose Turd Pie" an' he about wore it right out. F'r any o' you folks who got delicate sensibilities - I don't recommend tryin' t' find it. But if he ever stumbles on it at a yard sale I guess we'll have another round o' list'nin' to it.
H. an' his buddies think it's some kinda classic.
Th' girls got so's they'd depart th' house whenever he'd play it. "That's disgustin!" they'd say.
I 'member one time Deb had a fella she was sweet on an' he come by one evenin' t' pick her up. Harvey put on that record an' by th' time Deb finished primpin' an' come downstairs H. an' the fella was laughin' 'til they was near cryin'. She quit datin' what's-his-name shortly after that... I s'pose him thinkin' "Moose Turd Pie" was comical kinda set her against him in spite o' his good qualities.
Well, that's all I got t' say f'r now. Hope y' have a fine weekend.
Love,
Stella
Friday, July 15, 2011
Tupperware story
Stella here.
It's a full moon tonight. Pat G says she's thinkin' o' tellin' th' story about th' time Harvey an' his buddies crashed th' Tupperware party. Tonight at that benefit concert in Brunswick. When I mentioned it t' H. he 'bout fell offa his chair laughin'. Seems his sense o' humor's just as warped now as 'twas back then!
I got a mind t' get him back after all these years...
Love,
Stella
It's a full moon tonight. Pat G says she's thinkin' o' tellin' th' story about th' time Harvey an' his buddies crashed th' Tupperware party. Tonight at that benefit concert in Brunswick. When I mentioned it t' H. he 'bout fell offa his chair laughin'. Seems his sense o' humor's just as warped now as 'twas back then!
I got a mind t' get him back after all these years...
Love,
Stella
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Back again and catchin' up
Stella here.
Me an' Harvey's doin' fine... thanks t' th' folks who've been askin' Pat G about us. Makes me feel some tickled t' know we got some friends out there who're wonderin'.
Moose Cove's smack in th' middle o' summer. I dunno where all th' out o' state folks come from these days, what with th' price o' gas s' high an' all! Seems t' me that them from away might consider stayin' closer t' home an' savin' their hard-earned $$... but I guess th' pioneerin' genes is alive an' well in a lot o' people - even if there ain't no places left that needs pioneerin'!
It bein' a fine kinda day, Harvey's out on th' boat with our son-in-law, spinnin' tales t' tourists that got no more basis in th' real world than cows flyin' t' th' moon t' refill th' green cheese. That man is FULL o' it!!
This year th' two of 'em decided t' try offerin' a Sight-Seein' "cruise" around th' bay an' out just far enough inta th' real ocean t' make f'r a bumpy enough ride that th' folks from away think theyre headed f'r Spain!
So far it seems t' be a big success. Only mishap so far's been when some kid dropped his ipod... 'r mebbe it was a mp3... overboard an' almost jumped in t' get it back.
If H. hadn't been quick with th' grapplin' hook an' snagged th' fool kid's britches - which H. says were hangin' half-way off his butt th' way some kids wear 'em these days - that fam'ly mighta gone home one teenager shy.
I been bakin' pies f'r th' Sea View restaurant near ev'ry day, so y' c'n see that we been kinda busy.
I did want t' pass along th' word, though, 'bout th' benefit concert that's happenin' down t' Brunswick this Friday (th' 15th). Th' UU church down there had a big fire back in June an' some o' th' folks there are doin' this concert at th' library (Curtis Memorial) t' help raise money t' put th' whole shebang back t'gether again.
Stop by if y' can. It start s at 7:30 an' tickets are by donation.
They got Kendall Morse comin' - an' he's some funny!
Pat G says she's gonna read somethin' she put down about Harvey an' me.
An' there's a pile o' good musical types comin' t' play... 2 women called Broadband (don't that make Harvey chuckle), Dan & Richard Nelson, Jacqui Morse (Mrs. Kendall), Marie Dufresne, an' Jerry Blodgett.
Wish we could go, but Harvey's gotta be up wicked early next mornin' t' get th' boat ready, an' me, I gotta bake a load o' pies b'fore th' day's heat comes on too bad.
You go, though. It oughta be a real good time!
I'll try t' write s'more real soon.
Love,
Stella
Me an' Harvey's doin' fine... thanks t' th' folks who've been askin' Pat G about us. Makes me feel some tickled t' know we got some friends out there who're wonderin'.
Moose Cove's smack in th' middle o' summer. I dunno where all th' out o' state folks come from these days, what with th' price o' gas s' high an' all! Seems t' me that them from away might consider stayin' closer t' home an' savin' their hard-earned $$... but I guess th' pioneerin' genes is alive an' well in a lot o' people - even if there ain't no places left that needs pioneerin'!
It bein' a fine kinda day, Harvey's out on th' boat with our son-in-law, spinnin' tales t' tourists that got no more basis in th' real world than cows flyin' t' th' moon t' refill th' green cheese. That man is FULL o' it!!
This year th' two of 'em decided t' try offerin' a Sight-Seein' "cruise" around th' bay an' out just far enough inta th' real ocean t' make f'r a bumpy enough ride that th' folks from away think theyre headed f'r Spain!
So far it seems t' be a big success. Only mishap so far's been when some kid dropped his ipod... 'r mebbe it was a mp3... overboard an' almost jumped in t' get it back.
If H. hadn't been quick with th' grapplin' hook an' snagged th' fool kid's britches - which H. says were hangin' half-way off his butt th' way some kids wear 'em these days - that fam'ly mighta gone home one teenager shy.
I been bakin' pies f'r th' Sea View restaurant near ev'ry day, so y' c'n see that we been kinda busy.
I did want t' pass along th' word, though, 'bout th' benefit concert that's happenin' down t' Brunswick this Friday (th' 15th). Th' UU church down there had a big fire back in June an' some o' th' folks there are doin' this concert at th' library (Curtis Memorial) t' help raise money t' put th' whole shebang back t'gether again.
Stop by if y' can. It start s at 7:30 an' tickets are by donation.
They got Kendall Morse comin' - an' he's some funny!
Pat G says she's gonna read somethin' she put down about Harvey an' me.
An' there's a pile o' good musical types comin' t' play... 2 women called Broadband (don't that make Harvey chuckle), Dan & Richard Nelson, Jacqui Morse (Mrs. Kendall), Marie Dufresne, an' Jerry Blodgett.
Wish we could go, but Harvey's gotta be up wicked early next mornin' t' get th' boat ready, an' me, I gotta bake a load o' pies b'fore th' day's heat comes on too bad.
You go, though. It oughta be a real good time!
I'll try t' write s'more real soon.
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
March is in!
Stella here.
Well, it may be March but I don't think we're gonna see th' ground f'r some time yet.
Moose Cove's 'bout hip deep in ice an' snow these days an' a mite o' sun now an' then don't seem t' make a whole lotta diff'rence.
Harvey's gone through at least five pairs o' mittens, what with shovelin' an' luggin' in wood f'r th' stove an' goin' down t' th' wharf t' check in with th' fellas - I expect I'd better crank out a couple more pair t' last him till th' thaw.
We been stickin' pretty close t' home of late (what else is new) an' me an' Molly ain't been off on a toot t' drive nowheres since I can't remember when. Our Wed. just seem t' go by an' we don't seem t' get ourselves motivated t' get out like we do when the weather's nice an' warm.
We had us that big storm last Friday an' it just seemed like we was gonna be buried an' not get ourselves dug out till June. Lots o' stuff got cancelled, includin' th' pot luck supper over t' th' Unitarian church. We was lookin' forward t' goin', too. I'd made a dried apple pie an' thrown in a handful o' cranberries an' raisins t' take along. But instead we been eatin' pie f'r breakfast... not that that's a hardshp, mind y'.
Harvey says his Ma usta make pie f'r breakfast reg'lar f'r him an' his brother, Raymond when they was still both livin' t' home, an' any time he gets pie in th' mornin' it puts him in mind o' her.
I wonder what she'd think o' her boy now, seein's how he's older'n she was when she passed. It's my opinion me an' Harvey's made a fine life an' I'll bet she'd be some tickled t' know he's still livin' in th' house here on th' Pier Road.
I just wish Raymond was still around, even if he was still livin' in California an' didn't get back t' visit very often. We got a nice card from Bill, Raymond's other half, at Christmas, so we still do feel kinda connected even though Raymond's been gone f'r some time now. Bill sent another picture o' their bungalow out there, an' I gotta admit it looks mighty pretty what with all them flowers an' greenery 'round about. Makes me feel wistful f'r Summer. Bill's like fam'ly even though we never got t' meet him in person an' I always enjoy hearin' from him.
Well, I s'pose I oughta get myself t'gether an' do some cleanin'. If I don't start gettin' "out" more this house is gonna be s' clean we won't recognize it! Better t' be cleanin', though, than t' be laid low by cabin fever. Busy's better'n bonkers.
Can't wait till th' roads're clear again!
Love,
Stella
Well, it may be March but I don't think we're gonna see th' ground f'r some time yet.
Moose Cove's 'bout hip deep in ice an' snow these days an' a mite o' sun now an' then don't seem t' make a whole lotta diff'rence.
Harvey's gone through at least five pairs o' mittens, what with shovelin' an' luggin' in wood f'r th' stove an' goin' down t' th' wharf t' check in with th' fellas - I expect I'd better crank out a couple more pair t' last him till th' thaw.
We been stickin' pretty close t' home of late (what else is new) an' me an' Molly ain't been off on a toot t' drive nowheres since I can't remember when. Our Wed. just seem t' go by an' we don't seem t' get ourselves motivated t' get out like we do when the weather's nice an' warm.
We had us that big storm last Friday an' it just seemed like we was gonna be buried an' not get ourselves dug out till June. Lots o' stuff got cancelled, includin' th' pot luck supper over t' th' Unitarian church. We was lookin' forward t' goin', too. I'd made a dried apple pie an' thrown in a handful o' cranberries an' raisins t' take along. But instead we been eatin' pie f'r breakfast... not that that's a hardshp, mind y'.
Harvey says his Ma usta make pie f'r breakfast reg'lar f'r him an' his brother, Raymond when they was still both livin' t' home, an' any time he gets pie in th' mornin' it puts him in mind o' her.
I wonder what she'd think o' her boy now, seein's how he's older'n she was when she passed. It's my opinion me an' Harvey's made a fine life an' I'll bet she'd be some tickled t' know he's still livin' in th' house here on th' Pier Road.
I just wish Raymond was still around, even if he was still livin' in California an' didn't get back t' visit very often. We got a nice card from Bill, Raymond's other half, at Christmas, so we still do feel kinda connected even though Raymond's been gone f'r some time now. Bill sent another picture o' their bungalow out there, an' I gotta admit it looks mighty pretty what with all them flowers an' greenery 'round about. Makes me feel wistful f'r Summer. Bill's like fam'ly even though we never got t' meet him in person an' I always enjoy hearin' from him.
Well, I s'pose I oughta get myself t'gether an' do some cleanin'. If I don't start gettin' "out" more this house is gonna be s' clean we won't recognize it! Better t' be cleanin', though, than t' be laid low by cabin fever. Busy's better'n bonkers.
Can't wait till th' roads're clear again!
Love,
Stella
Friday, February 18, 2011
coffee house tonight
Stella here.
I told Pat G I'd spread th' word that she's gonna be at th' coffee house down t' Brunswick at th' UU Church t'night. They got Kat Logan singin' later in th' ev'nin' an' she's one wicked fine singer... me an' Harvey's heard her a couple o' times. Pat G says she hopes there's time t' tell one o' th' stories she's got 'bout Harvey'n me.
Grab ont' th' thaw while it lasts an' head on over!
Love,
Stella
I told Pat G I'd spread th' word that she's gonna be at th' coffee house down t' Brunswick at th' UU Church t'night. They got Kat Logan singin' later in th' ev'nin' an' she's one wicked fine singer... me an' Harvey's heard her a couple o' times. Pat G says she hopes there's time t' tell one o' th' stories she's got 'bout Harvey'n me.
Grab ont' th' thaw while it lasts an' head on over!
Love,
Stella
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Settlin' in
Stella here... real quick!
Me an' Harvey's settlin' in f'r th' rest o' th' weekend with a copy o' Uncle Henry's an' th' cat an' H's jigsaw puzzle.
I got a chowdah on an' some bread in th' oven, an' that's all f'r now.
Hope y're doin' as fine as we are.
Love,
Stella
Me an' Harvey's settlin' in f'r th' rest o' th' weekend with a copy o' Uncle Henry's an' th' cat an' H's jigsaw puzzle.
I got a chowdah on an' some bread in th' oven, an' that's all f'r now.
Hope y're doin' as fine as we are.
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Coffee house performances
Stella here.
Little bit of a thaw. Mighty nice t' be able t' go outside an' have t' contend with slush instead o' hockey-playable ice!
I only got a minute so I'll just let y' know that Pat G's gonna be showin' up again over t' th' Auburn UU church's coffee house this Friday - th' 11th - an' tellin' another story 'bout me an Harvey. They start up around 7:15 or so.
Then on th' 18th she'll be yackin' it up (time permittin') at th' coffee house at th' Brunswick UU church. Their doors open at 7:00.
There's no new news on th' Moose Cove Hippie weekend (see past posts), but I'll keep y' posted in case George an' Moonbeam come up with further details.
Hope y're having a warm-up where you are, too.
AN' I HOPE IT LASTS!!!
Love,
Stella
Little bit of a thaw. Mighty nice t' be able t' go outside an' have t' contend with slush instead o' hockey-playable ice!
I only got a minute so I'll just let y' know that Pat G's gonna be showin' up again over t' th' Auburn UU church's coffee house this Friday - th' 11th - an' tellin' another story 'bout me an Harvey. They start up around 7:15 or so.
Then on th' 18th she'll be yackin' it up (time permittin') at th' coffee house at th' Brunswick UU church. Their doors open at 7:00.
There's no new news on th' Moose Cove Hippie weekend (see past posts), but I'll keep y' posted in case George an' Moonbeam come up with further details.
Hope y're having a warm-up where you are, too.
AN' I HOPE IT LASTS!!!
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
More snow on th' way
This here's Harvey writin'.
Dang fool hippies! Tryin' t' turn back th' clock.
An' with th' next big storm comin' in t' dump another load o' snow on us - they ain't even gonna be DUG OUT till most likely September sometime.
Vacationland, my foot! I'm about fed up with Winter!
Dang fool hippies! Tryin' t' turn back th' clock.
An' with th' next big storm comin' in t' dump another load o' snow on us - they ain't even gonna be DUG OUT till most likely September sometime.
Vacationland, my foot! I'm about fed up with Winter!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Hippie flashback!
Stella here.
T'ain't no use t' set an' wonder why, babe...
I swear, cabin fever's gettin' to ev'rybody here in Moose Cove! Us'ally it don't land till about mid-Feb. but this year f'r some reason it's hit some folks like a ton o' bricks!
Couple o' them old hippies has got it wicked bad... they're tryin' t' get up a re-vival o' that Woodstock thing back about a million years ago. Put up a poster down t' th' Bait Barrel restaurant an' here at th' library, an' there's even one on th' town hall bulletin board.
Seems they wanta recreate th' whole shootin' match right here in Moose Cove come th' Spring thaw. Seem t' think that spendin' their time plannin' now'll be just th' ticket f'r gettin' past bein' snowed in f'r th' duration o' Winter.
It's that fiddle playin' fella, George, that has that pottery business out on th' Lincoln Road, an' his wife (?) Florence (who usta call herself Moonbeam). They must be havin' flashbacks 'r somethin'.
Florence/Moonbeam drew up th' posters an' they look like somethin' straight outta th' 1960's, all woozly swirlin' letters an' such... flowers an' peace signs...
"Come on along" they say. "Four days of peace, love, an' music at our place. Be part o' th' new age of Aquarius right here in Moose Cove!" An' there's their phone number just as big as all get out f'r folks t' call 'em up an' start signin' on t' get back t' th' land an' spend a weekend doin' who-knows-what?
I think it's cuz they're suddenly great grandparents. Their grandson an' his wife just had their first an' I think it's kinda addled George an Flo's brains, them being old enough t' be great grands.
So we'll see if anything comes of it. Harvey gave a great snort when I told him about it, havin' seen th' poster here at th' library. Molly up th' road said they oughta have better sense, an' Webb, her husband, said he'd be pickled if anybody thought he was gonna get decked out in beads an' a leather vest an' bellbottoms! Rest o' th' town seems pert' much o' th' same opinion.
I'll keep y' posted if anything come of it.
Beyond that, though, we just got lots o' snow an' ice. Pretty normal f'r this time o' year.
I'm just some glad, though, that th' days're actually startin' t' get a mite longer.
Harvey sends his best.
I guess that about all f'r now.
Love,
Stella
T'ain't no use t' set an' wonder why, babe...
I swear, cabin fever's gettin' to ev'rybody here in Moose Cove! Us'ally it don't land till about mid-Feb. but this year f'r some reason it's hit some folks like a ton o' bricks!
Couple o' them old hippies has got it wicked bad... they're tryin' t' get up a re-vival o' that Woodstock thing back about a million years ago. Put up a poster down t' th' Bait Barrel restaurant an' here at th' library, an' there's even one on th' town hall bulletin board.
Seems they wanta recreate th' whole shootin' match right here in Moose Cove come th' Spring thaw. Seem t' think that spendin' their time plannin' now'll be just th' ticket f'r gettin' past bein' snowed in f'r th' duration o' Winter.
It's that fiddle playin' fella, George, that has that pottery business out on th' Lincoln Road, an' his wife (?) Florence (who usta call herself Moonbeam). They must be havin' flashbacks 'r somethin'.
Florence/Moonbeam drew up th' posters an' they look like somethin' straight outta th' 1960's, all woozly swirlin' letters an' such... flowers an' peace signs...
"Come on along" they say. "Four days of peace, love, an' music at our place. Be part o' th' new age of Aquarius right here in Moose Cove!" An' there's their phone number just as big as all get out f'r folks t' call 'em up an' start signin' on t' get back t' th' land an' spend a weekend doin' who-knows-what?
I think it's cuz they're suddenly great grandparents. Their grandson an' his wife just had their first an' I think it's kinda addled George an Flo's brains, them being old enough t' be great grands.
So we'll see if anything comes of it. Harvey gave a great snort when I told him about it, havin' seen th' poster here at th' library. Molly up th' road said they oughta have better sense, an' Webb, her husband, said he'd be pickled if anybody thought he was gonna get decked out in beads an' a leather vest an' bellbottoms! Rest o' th' town seems pert' much o' th' same opinion.
I'll keep y' posted if anything come of it.
Beyond that, though, we just got lots o' snow an' ice. Pretty normal f'r this time o' year.
I'm just some glad, though, that th' days're actually startin' t' get a mite longer.
Harvey sends his best.
I guess that about all f'r now.
Love,
Stella
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Jigsaw update
Stella here.
Snowin' again. Harvey ain't none too pleased. He was gonna go ice fishin' up country with a fella from over t' west o' here's got a little camp an' a pond he says is right chock full o' fish. But Harvey's arthritis is kickin' up, what with th' snow an' all, so he's decided t' stay home an' work on that jigsaw puzzle he's been foolin' with f'r so long now.
Some o' you may remember when he started on it, way back when. Said he'd have it done in no time attall.
Well, th' cat took care o' that brag.
'Twas one o' them thousand piece puzzles - th' kind that's got about a jillion pieces all about th' same color... Well, he got pert well into it an' was boastin' he'd be done even sooner'n he'd first thought, when one night th' cat jumped up ont' th' table an' knocked th' whole shebang t' kingdom come. That an' th' cuppa coffee Harvey had settin' there, too.
Th' language that come outta that man... I couldn't begin t' tell ya.
You wouldn't want t' know some o' th' things he said, 'bout th' Jeezly ____ ____ ____ ____ cat an' all her ancestors an' relatives. Like t' blasted th' hair clean offa the poor critter.
She jumped down inta th' mess o' puzzle pieces an' coffee lyin' all over th' rug an' looked up at him as if t' say, "What's all th' fuss about?" an' didn't that about send him right through th' roof!
An' t' boot, all Harvey's swearin' musta dislodged somethin' in th' poor cat's insides cuz next thing y' know, she's horkin' up a hairball th' size of Texas right inta th' middle o' everything.
Now Harvey loves that cat. He won't admit to it, but he does. She's about a thousand years old an' she sleeps tucked up nexta his knees when we go t' bed. But weren't she on his ____ list that day!
So, th' upshot of it 'twas that H. got himself a wicked big sheet o' cardboard an started gluin' down every puzzle piece he put in place. Some of 'em're a mite wrinkled (from th' hairball an' what come up with it an' th' spilt coffee) but he's makin' decent progress.
"Slow an' steady wins th' race," I said t' him.
But I don't think he appreciated my words o' en-couragement none,
Anyways, I'll let y' know when he gets it done. It's comin' inta th' home stretch now so it shouldn't be long.
That's about all I got t' re-port f'r t'day. I don't think th' snow'll amount t' much, an' truth be told, I'm just as pleased that we're both stayin' in an' enjoyin' each other's comp'ny.
Love,
Stella
Snowin' again. Harvey ain't none too pleased. He was gonna go ice fishin' up country with a fella from over t' west o' here's got a little camp an' a pond he says is right chock full o' fish. But Harvey's arthritis is kickin' up, what with th' snow an' all, so he's decided t' stay home an' work on that jigsaw puzzle he's been foolin' with f'r so long now.
Some o' you may remember when he started on it, way back when. Said he'd have it done in no time attall.
Well, th' cat took care o' that brag.
'Twas one o' them thousand piece puzzles - th' kind that's got about a jillion pieces all about th' same color... Well, he got pert well into it an' was boastin' he'd be done even sooner'n he'd first thought, when one night th' cat jumped up ont' th' table an' knocked th' whole shebang t' kingdom come. That an' th' cuppa coffee Harvey had settin' there, too.
Th' language that come outta that man... I couldn't begin t' tell ya.
You wouldn't want t' know some o' th' things he said, 'bout th' Jeezly ____ ____ ____ ____ cat an' all her ancestors an' relatives. Like t' blasted th' hair clean offa the poor critter.
She jumped down inta th' mess o' puzzle pieces an' coffee lyin' all over th' rug an' looked up at him as if t' say, "What's all th' fuss about?" an' didn't that about send him right through th' roof!
An' t' boot, all Harvey's swearin' musta dislodged somethin' in th' poor cat's insides cuz next thing y' know, she's horkin' up a hairball th' size of Texas right inta th' middle o' everything.
Now Harvey loves that cat. He won't admit to it, but he does. She's about a thousand years old an' she sleeps tucked up nexta his knees when we go t' bed. But weren't she on his ____ list that day!
So, th' upshot of it 'twas that H. got himself a wicked big sheet o' cardboard an started gluin' down every puzzle piece he put in place. Some of 'em're a mite wrinkled (from th' hairball an' what come up with it an' th' spilt coffee) but he's makin' decent progress.
"Slow an' steady wins th' race," I said t' him.
But I don't think he appreciated my words o' en-couragement none,
Anyways, I'll let y' know when he gets it done. It's comin' inta th' home stretch now so it shouldn't be long.
That's about all I got t' re-port f'r t'day. I don't think th' snow'll amount t' much, an' truth be told, I'm just as pleased that we're both stayin' in an' enjoyin' each other's comp'ny.
Love,
Stella
Friday, January 14, 2011
Winter fun in Moose Cove
Stella here.
My, ain't Winter pretty?
We been enjoyin' watchin' th' birds come in t' th' feeder an' seein' th' blue shaddas roll across th' yard as th' sun moves.
Up here in Moose Cove things slow down even more when it snows.
Webb, Molly's husband, 's been out plowin' t' beat th' band! Losin' his choppers t' that dog o' theirs ain't slowed him down none in the plowin' department - just on th' socializin' end o' things... an' since Webb ain't much of a socializer I guess it ain't been too much of a hardship.
Molly says kissin' a man with no teeth's a whole diff'rent kettle o' fish but by now she's gettin' kinda used to it.
They come over t' other night though, when Webb got in from his plowin' shift. He's got a couple younger fellas workin' f'r him now an' they take on the after-dark jobs.
Anyways, Molly an' Webb come over an' we all had chowdah an' set around playin' this fool game we call Fictionary where y' try t' fool th' crowd inta thinkin' you got th' right definition t' a word outta th' dictionary.
Dictionary... Fiction... Fictionary. Get it?
Webb may not be th' sharpest tack in th' box but he got us good a couple o' times cuz he's got such a sincere poker face.
Harvey, on t' other hand's as transparent as a winda. Still and all, we have a fine ol' time an' don't keep score'r anything so it's just a lotta fun.
We had such a good time 'twas nearly nine o'clock by th' time we called it a day!
Hope y're enjoyin' things wherever y' are.
I'll write some more soon's I can.
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The eye's have it
Stella here.
Just heard from Pat G. Guess her eye surgery was smooth sailin' an' all's well. She did say, though, that lookin' at th' world through one good eye sure makes a person appreciate all th' beautiful stuff that's out there!
She's plannin' t' be at th' Auburn (ME) UU Church coffee house again this month on th' 14th, an' th' Brunswick UU Church coffee house on th' 21st tellin' stories 'bout Harvey an' me. Again.
H. says "Don't that woman EVER shut up?"
We got s'more snow comin' in t'morra. But th' wood's holdin' out just fine an' we're all stocked up with vittles, so me an' Harvey're lookin' forward t' a day o' peace an' quiet. I made a big pot o' corn chowdah an' a couple loaves o' Anadama.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Love,
Stella
Just heard from Pat G. Guess her eye surgery was smooth sailin' an' all's well. She did say, though, that lookin' at th' world through one good eye sure makes a person appreciate all th' beautiful stuff that's out there!
She's plannin' t' be at th' Auburn (ME) UU Church coffee house again this month on th' 14th, an' th' Brunswick UU Church coffee house on th' 21st tellin' stories 'bout Harvey an' me. Again.
H. says "Don't that woman EVER shut up?"
We got s'more snow comin' in t'morra. But th' wood's holdin' out just fine an' we're all stocked up with vittles, so me an' Harvey're lookin' forward t' a day o' peace an' quiet. I made a big pot o' corn chowdah an' a couple loaves o' Anadama.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Love,
Stella
Saturday, January 8, 2011
An' Happy New Year!
Stella here.
Happy New Year!
Thought I'd sent out an earlier H N Y message some days ago just b'fore th' library shut down f'r th' night but I guess I was too slow hittin' Send. They cut th' power an' I missed m' chance.
So this is from Harvey an' me t' all o' you out there!
Pat G dropped us a note t' other day sayin' she's having some eye surgery this comin' Monday. All o' us here in Moose Cove're wishin' her a speedy recovery!
As to th' question o' Harvey finishin' th' jigsaw puzzle... Th' answer is - It's a touchy subject an' I'll write more about it soon's I can. But in a word: no.
Love,
Stella
Happy New Year!
Thought I'd sent out an earlier H N Y message some days ago just b'fore th' library shut down f'r th' night but I guess I was too slow hittin' Send. They cut th' power an' I missed m' chance.
So this is from Harvey an' me t' all o' you out there!
Pat G dropped us a note t' other day sayin' she's having some eye surgery this comin' Monday. All o' us here in Moose Cove're wishin' her a speedy recovery!
As to th' question o' Harvey finishin' th' jigsaw puzzle... Th' answer is - It's a touchy subject an' I'll write more about it soon's I can. But in a word: no.
Love,
Stella
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