This chromed up snazz-ma-doodle is apparently the proper oil filter housing removal tool. I’m unable to verify that fact as W3LLY is sitting near the East Machias line (of Whiting) at Prescott’s Garage (I know, isn’t it absolutely delightful?!) waiting for new sneakers, and likely brake pads.
If Covid taught us anything, prices generally don’t go back down to where they were after the debacle. A new debacle is upending markets and prices and life, so hopping on the new tire train before prices leave the station.
I won’t have a car all weekend, GOOD! There’s been a hole in the yard all week, it’s odd but temporary. Its old parking spot revealed itself after the snow melted off. Haven’t seen it since Thanksgiving…
The lawn is firming up, snow lingers in the woods, Phoebe’s are twittering, but I don’t think it’s the nesting pair (they haven’t moved into the nest above my bed’s window). Frog song any day now, some scant rain ahead, but no big rinses. They are just gonna have to forge ahead as the warmth allows
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