Like a monstrous tank, the grill is going right to work. Last night we smashed burgers, a regular occurrence.
This morning, however, a first. We had breakfast tacittos (somewhere between a taco and burrito) with gently grilled flour tortillas (the bag says FAJITA) that melted the cheese before being adorned with onion, yellow pepper and ham tied together with beaten egg and a handsome smear of marafax beans between.
It’s at a great height, no need to go in and out (like at The Loop), but the tank is usurping valuable bug free terrain. Thinking on solutions…
In and amidst it all, yesterday I filled out an application for a Bath fuel delivery position, I just felt like it wasn’t time to move out of The Loop. It’s yet another mental paradigm shift, and little more than a plan at this point. I’ll likely interview and see where it goes. (Part of the shift stimulated by a couple thousand dollar repair bill at Quirk in Bangor. Letting Hedwig sit this late winter and early spring [waiting for my st#pid mechanic that flaked] likely a main culprit. Ah vehicles…. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em!)
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