98 - Making waffles by the vans.

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Was hanging out with Del at their sister's place the other day. And she's got a bunch of patio tables on the front lawn, turned on their end and leaned up against those four vending machines. Which are still sitting there, for some reason. Maybe Lucy found something else for her bowling alley? Who knows.

Anyways, behind the third one we found a propane tank with some still in it. Lucky find! Because Del had also scored a propane-powered waffle iron at the Weeping Sailor's close-out last week. I never knew there was such a thing. But I guess if you're into camping with lots of kit, then why not.

We got some water and found half a box of mix inside, which was mostly silverfish-free. Dragged a table over to the Chevy and mixed it up, and it cooked real well in that iron. Didn't even stick. We sat inside the van and had those, and I sure hadn't had a waffle as good as those in a while.

I even found this pair of nylon pants that fit me in a box under the bench in that van. Some days like these, everything just feels so, I don't know, bountiful I guess.

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