I should have posted this yesterday so as to allay an fears, but Quincy’s ticker is fine. He has a benign murmur and safe money is that the cardiologist didn’t even hear it on Monday. I, myself, had a murmur as a child, but grew out of it.
I’ve decided that the hardest part, or paht, of living in Maine is getting used to the heavy accents up heah. Dara has even had to ask people to repeat themselves because she has had a hard time following what they were saying. Fun, fun. To use a friend’s favorite saying, “It’s all good.” Indeed.
I am so glad to hear that Quincy is OK!! WHEW!
When I was growing up, my best friend’s parents were originally from Maine. They sounded “normal” for the most part when they spoke. “Nana and Grand-dad”(the maternal grandparents)were a different story. My friend’s mother’s name was Tina, but when we went to Maine she was “Teener” and I was “Heathah”. I was only 10 at the time and that was soooo funny to me. They lived in Ellsworth. I think that is near Bangor. Seafood there is awesome!!!
Best of luck to you as you try to translate!!! We miss you all.
Heather….or Heathah if you prefer!
Ellsworth is between here and Bar Harbor — probably about 40 minutes away. I haven’t had the seafood here yet, but am looking forward to trying the lobster. I may not be able to afford it for a while though with all the stuff we need to do on the house. I’ll have to remember to call you “Heathah” the next time I talk to you! 🙂 I wonder if Quincy will develop an accent growing up here?!