Wintah at last

Stella here.
Well, me an Harvey (mostly me) got t' thinkin'... we ain't written since back a ways.
So happy new year t' all!
An' ain't this some snow we're gettin'!

We got another old laptop from Jeannie, an' so here I am settin' here in th' kitchen typin' away!
It's snowin' t' beat th' band here in Moose Cove!!!
Webb next door's been out in th' plow since th' first flakes hit th' ground. Molly say she ain't seen him this tickled since they got hitched!
She made him go see Harvey's eye doc an' now he's got a pair o' specs look like they c'd see clear t' Saturn... but he ain't knocked over a mailbox since he got 'em, so I guess his plowin' business is gonna stay afloat.

I swabbed out th' refridge this afternoon and put ev'rything that couldn't run away in th' soup kettle. H. said it's th' best first-day soup I ever made.
But he says that most times.
Made a couple loaves o' anadama t' go along, an' didn't th' place smell some good while it was bakin'!

We got plenty o' wood in, so 's long as th' power holds out, we're in fine shape! Come t' think of it, even if th' power does quit, we'll be fine. Only thing I'd be troubled by would be losin' what I'm writin' here ' 'fore I got it sent.

'F any o' you're wonderin'... Moose Cove's all tucked in f'r th' duration. Most folks're gettin' kinda anxious, waitin' f'r th' seed catalogs t' arrive. Oughta be any day now.
Me, I been doodlin' daisies an' such on th' back o' envelopes since January!
I gotta admit, though, I been mighty content just stayin' home most days. Seems like this year I'm just happy takin' it easy after th' holidays.

Molly, she suggested she an' I sign up f'r somethin' t' broaden our ho-rizons. They was offerin' a belly dancin' class down t' th' high school... somethin' they ain't had b'fore. H. got a gander in th' brochure at th' picture o' th' instructor (th' new gym teacher) an' said he'd drive us an' wait there durin' th' class, but I said to him, "Mister Man, I know ex-actly what you're up to, an me an' Molly ain't about t' go shakin' our sterns t' no tambourine! An' you ain't gonna sit around lookin' google-eyed at no 23 year old shakin' hers, neither!" He was kinda outta sorts after that f'r a spell, but he's snapped outta it.

Had a phone call from Pat G. down t' Lewiston. Said she's closin' in on makin' a recordin' o' some o' th' stories she's been tellin' about Harvey an' me! I ain't s' sure she's serious, but she said she'd bring us th' first CD once they come through, so mebbe she's not kiddin'. I still can't imagine why anybody'd want t' hear about us, but she says folks down that way's plum tickled t' hear about doin's here in "th' Cove".

Well, I guess that's about all f'r now. Harvey just come in with a armload o' wood, so I gotta go sweep up th' snow he tracked in.
Talk to ya later.
Love,
Stella