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“See Terri,” I say, “it is just like Covie says it happens. When you're ready to move in, the cabin magically appears and looks exactly as you imagine it.”
Terri and I are standing outside a lovely cabin by Crystal Lake. It has a nice big porch in the front that looks out over the lake and a deck on the side. Two bedrooms, each with an adjoining bathroom, one for me and one for Terri. Both bedrooms have a fireplace. There's a full kitchen, and living room, which also has a fireplace, there's a little dining area off the kitchen, it's just perfect.
I continue, “We need a name for it. Naming your cabin is a time honored tradition.”
Terri quickly says, “Lopdoodle.”
“What?” I ask with a giggle.
“Lopdoodle.” she says again, “lets call it Lopdoodle.”
I say it out loud and it makes me giggle. “You know, I like it! Lopdoodle it is… it kind of fits us.” We both laugh at that.
'Lopdoodle' is situated next to Covie's cabin but not so close that we're on top of each other. There's quite a bit of space between us, but we can see The Cove from Lopdoodle and on the other side of The Cove is another cabin we assume to be The Bee Hive. In front of Lopdoodle there is a freshly made road that circles around into the brush and disappears from sight.
We're all unpacked and moved in. It was tiring but our adrenaline was running on maximum and we finished our work quickly. Feeling very relaxed and satisified, I put the kettle on to heat water for tea. Terri sets our places at the round picnic table on the porch and puts a tin of cookies there also.
“We're going to have to pay everyone a visit.” Terri says while pouring the water into our cups. “You could bake some more cookies to take along with us, Pook.”
“I can do that.” I answer, “and you're right Terr… we should introduce ourselves to our neighbors.”
We settle in, sipping our tea and munching on cookies. The soft breeze from the lake feels good on my face, which is being warmed by the sun. I raise my tea cup as in a toast, Terri catches on and does the same.
“To Lopdoodle.” I say.
“To Lopdoodle.” Terri says and we clink our cups together.
“To Lopdoodle.”
We clink our cups together then Pookie and I each take a sip of the tea. I notice a head peeking out from behind a tree on the property. “Who's there.” I call out and a little person steps from behind the tree. I recognize him as one of the dwarfs.
“Grumpy,” I say, “you can come up on the porch, we're going to be neighbors.”
Then another dwarf pops out, followed by another, then another and still another, until all 7 of them are out in the open.
Pookie asks, “Would you guys like some cookies?”
“COOKIES!??” they all shout in unison, then they rush the porch.
I get an elbow in my shoulder, and then I get bumped out of the way as hands reach in from every direction to grab a cookie from the tin. Pookie gets bumped and jostled and starts giggling. It's all elbows and hands accompanied by the sound of chewing and munching. The dwarfs are a flurry of action with a lot of “mmmmmm” and “mrrphs” coming from them. In what seems like an instant the cookie tin is empty, save for a few crumbs.
Sleepy reaches into the cookie tin and comes out with a lone chocolate chip held between his thumb and forefinger holding it up proudly. Dopey swoops in and his mouth closes around Sleepy's fingers and the chololate chip. Sleepy sadly withdraws his empty, but now slobbered on fingers from Dopey's mouth.
“Are there any more?” Doc asks.
“No,” Pookie says sadly, “I'll have to bake some more tomorrow.”
“We'll be back then,” Happy says with a chuckle. The dwarfs all leave the porch and walk off towards Cove's cabin.
“Well, that was interesting.” I say to Pookie.
“And painful.” Pookie replies while holding her arm that got elbowed.
All cleaned up now and ready to head to the bar, I suddenly remember I wanted to do something. I go out the backdoor and rummage through the crate. Finding what I was looking for I take a couple of Mason Jars and go into the flower garden by the hammock.
Getting two of them ready, I head first for The Bee Hive and place the little “thank you” offering on the porch table along with a note thanking Miss Brandy for a most enjoyable fishing trip.
Next I go over to the new cabin… there's a sign screwed to the front porch railing that reads “Lopdoodle” the name makes me giggle. “Two knuckleheads”, I think as I place the jar of flowers on the table, “can't help but love 'em.”
I go back to The Cove… gather up a few things… then make my way to the tunnel behind the cabin and head for the AChat Bar & Grill.
Brushing off the remaining remnants of dust from the sign nailed to the front door, I step back and admiringly gaze at it.
“The Okie Dokes Cabin” I mutter to myself with a big grin on my face and clap my hands excitedly.
It had taken a little while to get used to the transition but everything seemed to flow smoothly now and I couldn't remember the last time I felt so content and affirmingly sure of myself while being on my own.
I head back inside with a little hop in my step and engage in a little cleaning around the cabin before getting ready for a fun night out at the bar.
“Awwww… Terri,” I say, “someone brought us flowers. They're as beautiful as the gesture is.”
“You know who brought them…” Terri begins to say.
“Covems,” I interrupt her, “it has to be him.”
“We need to thank him properly.” Terris says while sniffing the sweet daisies.
“Absolutely.” I answer, “how could anyone not at least acknowledge the gesture?”
I go into the kitchen and check my pantry for cookie ingredients. Finding what I need, I soon have a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies in the oven, their delightful aroma fills the cabin.
“Hope those dwarfs don't catch a whiff of them,” Terri says, “they'll be in here like gangbusters!”
“These are for Covie… his favorite. I'll make another batch of chocolate chip for Brandybee, then maybe some shortbread cookies for the Hyperion Homestead.” I smerk as I start to get an idea formulating in my head. Terri can sense something brewing.
“You're thinking of something else.” She says. “Spill it Pook.”
“I am,” I reply, “but it's going wait until we're at the bar… I want it to be a surprise.”
I got all the baking done and packaged the various cookies into tins. Then I write up a little note as a way of introduction which reads:
“Hello Neighbor:
Please allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Pookie and my friend is Terri, we visited here at the lake once before during a lovely ceremony and found it to be friendly and fun.
I was on another site, and got myself involved with someone who betrayed my trust. That person, little to my prior knowledge, also uses this site. I have good days and I have bad days, so I have been posting things that may sound bitter, because they are. But with the help of my best friend Terri (who's been through this before with me) and one neighbor in particular I am mending my heart.
Please feel free to drop by anytime for anything, and enjoy the cookies.
Pookie & Terri”
Taking some the tins of cookies, Terri and I take them to each of the neighboring cabins. First we go to The Okie Dokes and place the tin of Honey Cookies on the porch table and slide a copy of the note of introduction under the tin. “I hope she likes honey cookies.”
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Next we go to the Hyperion Homestead. I was a little taken back by the number of gnomes on the property. Carefully we walk our way around, not knowing if any of them will suddenly spring to life and attack.
Terri and I leave a copy of the note of introduction and a tin of shortbread cookies on the porch near the doorstep.
Still wary of the amount of gnomes, we head off the Homestead property and stop at The Bee Hive. There's a jar of flowers on the porch table and I set a cookie tin there. The tin also has two dozen cookies, but these are chocolate chip cookies. I place a copy of the note of introduction under the tin so it won't blow away.
“I hope they find the cookes before those dwarfs do”. Terri says to me.
“Yeah,” I reply, “I certainly hope so.”
Terri and I stop back at Lopdoodle to get two more tins of cookies. Oatmeal raisin ones for Covems and a tin of some samples from each batch to take to the bar. I go into The Cove and place the oatmeal raisin cookie tin on the kitchen counter.
Terri catches up with me there carrying a gym bag that contains the things we'll want for a night of fun at the AB&G.
“Lets use the dwarf's tunnel,” Terri says. I agree and we head out Covie's backdoor and go into the shortcut to the bar.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I throw down the pair of scissors in my hand and rush to the oven to take out the small batch of cupcakes I had been baking. I had been so consumed in cutting the stems from the daisies I had found on the table outside on the porch, in order to keep them fresh and alive, that I had nearly forgotten all about the cupcakes I had left in the oven to bake.
“Thank God I set a timer,” I murmur to myself as I slip on my oven mitts and proceed in taking out the fresh batch and placing them on the counter to cool off.
I begin to swiftly start coating the chocolate-flavoured cupcakes with pink frosting and decorating them in a ultra-glam, girly fashion with ribbons and heart-shaped candy sticks.
I suddenly realize I forgot to place the freshly-cut flowers into the water-filled, brand-new vase I had bought for them. Rushing back to the flowers and leaving my cupcakes half done, I swiftly do so.
Propping the flowers up in a presentable way and tying a cute, white-silky ribbon around the vase, I step back and admire my masterpiece while softly humming under my breath.
I decide to carry the flowers out to the front and place them on the same table I had found them on. As I open the front door, I am surprised to find a tin box placed on the table.
*Wow.. got some real nice neighbours around here* I think to myself while slightly chuckling.
Delighted to find honey cookies inside the tin, I quickly munch down on one, as they are a great guilty pleasure of mine.
“Mmm.. mmm … mmmm… so damn good,” I mutter to myself while licking my lips.
I find the introduction letter hiding beneath the tin and as I proceed through reading all of it, I experience a range of emotions and then a light bulb goes off in my head. Quickly adjusting the placement of the flowers on the table to ensure they look perfect, I head back inside with the tin of cookies in my hand.
Placing the cookies in my snack cupboard to munch on later, I return to my cupcakes and quickly finish preparing them.
I place three of them in a plastic gift box, which I enclose with a fancy, pink ribbon.
I head off to my room to retrieve another item enclosed in a creative gift bag fastened by rainbow coloured tie I had crafted up. In it was Covems' plaid shirt that I had left wearing a couple of months back. Having been back for a little while now, I had been drawing up the courage to return it back to its owner. I retrieve it from the corner of my bedroom it had grown accustomed to and head back to the kitchen with my favourite pink-inked pen and a sheet of paper.
Sitting down to write a small, cute note for Pookie, I take a deep breath and let my thoughts flow out onto paper.
Dear Pookie,
I would like to welcome you & Terri to our wonderful, cozy and fun lake community. I have no doubt by having you guys move into the neighbourhood, the fun level is bound to sky rocket. So definitely looking forward to that!
As for the heartache you've been suffering, I'll keep it short and simple and say that life's job is to throw you curve balls. All we can do is learn how to cope and get back up once knocked down and just never lose hope or give up. Just remember that good things fall apart, so that better things can come together.
I'd like to thank for the cookies. They were super delicious! I'm leaving ya'll three cupcakes. One for Terri and two for you. Yummy food helps the heart heal faster. Yummy food and good sex
I'm leaving you another gift personally. It's a fellow cowboy's plaid shirt that I'm sure you'll love. Being able to wear it and having that familiar scent around helped me through the last couple of difficult months.
So keep your chin up and let me know if you ladies are ever up for a cute, little tea party.
Amy xx
I fold the letter neatly and place it within the gift bag, on top of the shirt. Grabbing the box of cupcakes along with the gift bag, I head off towards Lopdoodle. The walk seems to be of a fair distance and it takes me a little while to reach the cabin.
Having arrived, I place the gifts carefully on the porch in front of the door, as no one seems to be home and then head off back in the direction of my cabin.
Even though my initial plan was to head over to the bar and have a fun night out, a day of nailing a sign, baking cupcakes, propping up daises and delivering gifts had proven to be quite energy-consuming.
I reach Okie Dokes and head inside with the intention of spending the night with my honey cookies, cupcakes and a Sex and the City marathon.
Jayc tells me about the new neighbours who had recently moved in and that he had quickly put a few things together as a “Welcome to Crystal Lake” We still hadn’t got round to proper shopping since the “Dwarf Raid”
He proudly shows me the gifts he had prepared and I smile. Beer and nuts in a box. “He is such a guy at times!” I mutter, then smile “but real thoughtful too”
“That’s lovely Sweetheart,” I say out loud. “I may have some chocolates hidden I can add to the mix and cellophane and ribbon.” I always had arty stuff round the house. I loved making things, jewellery, vases and things. Some even sold quite well at the local market.
I searched out the items and walked down into my studio by the lake and boat house. I saw a couple of deers grazing close by and tried to be careful. They soon caught my scent and cantered off a safer distance from me.
I knew it was rutting season so kept my eyes open for the Stags who no doubt would be prowling around after those Does.I opened the studio and went to the ring jewellery I had recently been working on..
Spoon rings originated in 17 century England when servants would steal or be given odd silver spoons from their Masters houses so they could make and shape into rings for their loved ones. Lots were used as wedding rings in that time. Now they were used more as friendship and dress rings and could be worn by men or women alike.
I chose 3, knowing they could be bent to size their fingers –
1 for Amy
1 for Terric
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1 for Pookie
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and then I turned to men’s rings and picked one out for Covems. He had been round Hyperion helping J with some odd jobs he wasn’t able to do himself. It was a way of saying Thank you.
He had also mentioned, he needed a cleaner to keep his place spic and span. I offered to drop in a couple of hours a week and clean and dust for him if he wanted. He smiled and accepted the offer.
I returned to the cabin, quickly wrapped the two boxes with green and white ribbon to look prettier and more gift like and wrote cards of welcome.
Covems ring was placed in a smaller box and Jayc then started up the quad bike and I jumped on the back hugging him as we rode round the cabins, placing the gifts on the door steps.
The cards were just simple saying –
“Welcome to Crystal Lake. From your neighbours – Stone & Jayc at Hyperion Homestead x “
On returning about 40 minutes later, we saw our neighbours had had the same idea.
“Oh bless them,” I say to Jayc, holding up the gift from Terric & Pookie. ” We have Home baked Cookies.”
Jayc salivated, ” mmmm Thank you ladies ” he said, trying to pinch one.
“After dinner” I scold sternly and burst out laughing as I keep them out of his reach.Hearing the rumble of a motorcycle coming down the drive slowly I walk around to the front and see Auswoody has arrived right on time.
“You really need to fill in that pot hole up there, ever hear of gravel?” Woody says shaking my hand.
“Yeah its on my to do list on the fridge, funny how those lists never get smaller.” I laugh.
“So where is Covems?” Woody inquires.
“On his third and last trip into town for supplies, took a few of the little guys with him, Ole Joe is out back, keeping his eye on the roasting pit.
We enter the cabin from the front and are greeted by the ladies as they work on food for the party. I proudly show Woody all the renovations Stone and I have done. A nice mix of old and new, old rustic cabinets and counter tops but modern appliances.
We walk out to the deck where the dwarfs have set up full bar and long tables for the food. The aroma of roasting pig fills the air. By the cooking fire pit Ole Joe sits in a lawn chair, slowly turning the pig, and adding hickory chips to the fire when required.“Almost ready?” I ask over the music.
“No these things take time, it will be ready when its ready now beer me.” Joe holds up his had as I toss him a bottle of Bud from the deck.
A honking horn signals us Coves has returned and needs our assistance. Out front we find Coves and the boys unloading crates stamped with the name… ACME BOOBY TRAPS AND MUNITIONS.
“The fireworks gentlemen” Coves says with a grin
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“Acme? Didn’t they get sued for like a billion dollars by some coyote for defective products?” I ask a bit concerned.“Not to worry, they are under new management and I got a great deal.” Coves assures us.
A few minutes later we are loading the crates onto my boat, the plan being launch the fireworks from the small island about a quarter mile out.
Woody and Coves head out to the island to set up and I get the bonfire ready.
As the sun slowly disappears behind the tall pines, I can see woody and Coves heading back to shore. The bonfire begins to really burn, and up at the cabin the music just got louder.
I crack open a beer as Stone and Brandy come down to the lake with their baskets of foiled potatoes. We all have a seat for a quick drink before our guests arrive
Having heard all this great story's the the friendly community where every one is so
kind and friendly ,and I heard its on a Beautiful lake and thinking how our family is growing
I and Lover and are four little pumas and his hound dog are looking for a new place to live in the
friendly community of Crystal lake and his sis Brandy lives there we pack up some thing and my grannys and papas
wants to help so we load up our truck and head to Crystal Lake
I hope the don't mind our pumas they the dont bite but I do
Fastening the knot I had made when tying my already-small denim shirt around my waist, I reach for the remote to turn off the TV.
My Sex and the City marathon had been interrupted by an impromptu invite from Stone to a small bonfire get-together she and Jay were throwing at their place.
“Guess the second half of season one will have to wait for another night,” I mutter, chuckling to myself.
As I place the remote down, the ring Stone had given me, that I had decided to adorn on my ring-finger, caught my eye. I stood there for a second admiring it, the thoughtfulness of the gift and all.
Snapping out of my brief trance, I grab the rest of the cupcakes I had baked and head out in the direction of the Hyperion Homestead.
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