Cycled down to Lake Street where we joined many hundreds of people with brooms and dustpans to do cleanup.
Category: Living
Quiet Reflection
It’s a day for quiet reflection, a day to say nothing that could fan the flames.
Framed Rectangles
This week I’ve been thinking about rectangles inside rectangles. It’s a comfortable enough notion, a place of safety when times are not normal. Monday. Returned parts from recent projects to assigned plastic shoe boxes or to a Habitat donation bag. Shoeboxes are the right size to group parts: bigger boxes hide clutter. Two of the…… Continue reading Framed Rectangles
Focus on a Better Future
As anger spills over in Minneapolis, I’m focusing on my small contribution for a better future. A GED (high school equivalency diploma) text, the size of a phone book, arrived in the mail. I’ll tutor an adult non-native speaker online.
Cappuccinos by a Lake
Locked up our bikes, sipped cappuccinos, looked out at Lake Harriet framed by the back wall of the bandshell stage.
Hearing Water
Water spilled down a glass wall across a silent Minneapolis street. I’d failed to notice this in normal times; now I hear it each time I cycle by.
Organizing Project Parts
Returned parts from recent projects to assigned plastic shoeboxes or to a Habitat donation bag. Shoeboxes are the right size to group parts: bigger boxes hide clutter. Two of the brown crates hold parts for current projects. The process never ends: some shelves need work now,
Bowl and Hashi Rest
Took a photo of our lunch to send to a former colleague of Dwight who had given him the bowls and hashi rests as a retirement gift.
Transient Beauty
Our morning stroll became an eight-miler where we saw beauty and transience.
Under the Stern Eye of St. John Baptist de La Salle
St. John Baptist de La Salle stood lookout while we set up suitably spaced lawn chairs and chatted with friends on the grounds of a high school.