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
Friday, January 28, 2011
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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