Almost home, this scene caught my attention. Behind the grassy berm, the gas company was burning off natural gas. AI assures me that “flaring” is a safe way to dispose of excess gas, though I imagine it’s best not to try this at home. Across the river from the flame, the chimneys belong to a university heating plant.
Category: Place
Building a 15-minute city
For us, aging in place means living in a “15-minute city.” Today I aligned my primary care with that goal and signed up at a clinic just a short walk from our home. My new primary care physician used to be an actor (Juilliard graduate!) at the Guthrie, just across the road from the clinic, before deciding to go to medical school.
All we are is confetti in the wind
Spotted this on our Sunday walk: A tram had just dropped off a wedding party for photos on the Stone Arch Bridge, apparently leaving behind some expired wedding guests. I started imagining ways of incorporating this into the wedding vows: “Till death do us part. All we are is confetti in the wind, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
4 a.m. wakeup call
A storm brought an early start to my day. Looking west from our home, I watched the storm approaching around 4 a.m., well before sunrise. There were periods of constant lightning in the clouds, illuminating the area. I never did see ground strikes. Visibility was poor due to a downpour, which delivered over an inch of rain.
Sacred sighting from the 22H bus
On my way to the final ELL summer school class, I passed the old Love Power church. The congregation moved out in 2018, but the mural is still there, a local landmark. When it was painted in 1997, the church wanted a blond, blue-eyed figure. The artist, however, chose to paint one with darker skin, much to the congregation’s dismay.
Not-so-dangerous adventures: going boldly through a portal
Cycled a short loop up one side of the Mississippi and down the other. At Ole Olson Park, I rode a new section of trail that’s opening soon. Extensive regrading has carved out a gradual slope under a somewhat dilapidated but still operating freight rail bridge. (Yes, I’ve sometimes crossed the river on that bridge.) A permanent steel framework over the trail looks strong enough to protect trail users if the bridge falls apart.
Testing campus doors
A steamy bike ride with a friend took us to three St. Paul college campuses. As is our tradition, we occasionally tested doors. At St. Thomas, we got into the Chapel of St. Thomas Aquinas, shown here. The doors to the Weyerhaeuser Chapel at Macalester were firmly closed, though students could tap in. At St. Catherine’s O’Shaughnessy (arts theater), we could only reach the lobby before hitting locked doors.
Pristine freight car sighting
On our curtailed Sunday walk–shortened due to low energy and excessive heat–we passed a line of freight cars. Unusually, there was almost no graffiti. The car on the left, repainted in 2023, was still a blank canvas.
Fireworks and apple pie
Watched fireworks from our balcony. Friends were set to join us, but our colds, sadly, put a stop to that. Still, they kindly dropped off slices of freshly baked apple pie. “Feed a cold with apple pie” is an adage I happily live with.
Preserved textures
My get-up-and-go had got up and gone, but I found the motivation for a short walk around our neighborhood. Here, the view looked much as it did 100 years ago. From the bridge, I spotted workers unloading huge fireworks for Saturday night’s “choreographed pyro-musical,” which is one of the biggest displays in the country. We’ll watch from our balcony.