I have a new facebook friend named Phil. He is a friend of a friend, and he is who we called upon when I needed to refill the propane canister on the pop up. The canister was stuck, I couldn’t get the screw loose (no comments here please), and even when I got the wing nut off, the screw and the metal strap that holds the tank in place seemed to be cemented to the tank. Phil is an old hand at a lot of things, and he strolled up the driveway holding the biggest set of channel locks that I’d ever seen. He paid no attention to the screw, and when I pointed out what I thought the problem was he said no, the screw was welded on there. He went for the metal strap that held the tank, and had it liberated in no time flat. And then he bent the strap so that it would be easy to strap the tank back on after I had it refilled. I so appreciate the help, but at the same time I hate when I’m left standing there with a screwdriver in my hand, feeling stupid for thinking it was the tool for the job.
Well, I heard from Phil the other day, he asked if some of my pictures from the Fisherman’s co-op that I posted were taken in Wells, Maine. He said there is a marina there, and a very nice restaurant also. So on my way home from Nubble I realized I was passing through Wells, ME and saw a sign for the Fisherman’s Catch, and hung a right to check it out. Had a nice lunch at that restaurant, sitting with a German couple who were delighted to hear about my granddaughter enjoying her life in Munich. Nice company, but the lunch couldn’t compare to Red’s Eats. But I continued down the road and that’s when I found the marina, and the restaurant I think Phil meant, and wished I’d gone further down the road before I ate. But thanks Phil, for fixing the tank, and for the heads up about the Wells Marina. What started out as a not-very-promising day just kept getting better!
There have been so many painters out and about on this trip. In Boston, but more so in Maine. Guess I’m not the only one enamored with this rocky coastline. And I stopped at a quilt shop that I happened to pass the other day and picked up a panel of fabric with pictures of that coastline. I’ll have fun with that when I get home. And I will, get home I mean, eventually…
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