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Took delivery of a wheeled, recycled plastic industrial pallet for our indoor garden. Dwight will come up with a system of risers so the plants can be at different heights. I’ll be concealing lights, irrigation tubes, wiring, and electronics inside the pallet.

Spent the afternoon soldering sockets onto cables for moisture sensors for our indoor garden.

Kept cycling. In Minnesota “No Trespassing” signs must have “either the signature or the name and telephone number of the landowner, lessee or manager.

A worker congratulated me on my braking when I screeched to a halt, inches short of newly poured, molten asphalt. There were no warning cones, but I tend to swerve around them, anyway, if the coast looks clear.

Posted Backpacking in Japan with Our Nephews: Flights.

Picked up samples for a carpet runner in our hallway. They didn’t resonate: to me they seemed rather blah. Decided one option was to do nothing and leave the floor bare. So often, with stuff or with life, nothing is better than anything.

Cycled west, out of the city, then along the Luce Line Trail for several miles before turning back.

Dwight assures me it was mint green. He’s probably correct.

Cycled the 28th Street Greenway, Chain of Lakes, Minnehaha Creek, Mississippi. Topped up with beer and flatbread at Longfellow’s. On the final stretch, we were reminded we were in a different league when a guy in lime green spandex, precisely matched to his bicycle, overtook us.

Looked up at the ceiling of our “indoor garden.” Up-lights were projecting shadows of palms, gently swaying in the breeze from the ceiling fan.

Dismounted at the Fruen Mill to look up at 130+ years of tacked-on additions modified by decay and vandalism. Got to look down on the dereliction when I struck up a conversation with a guy who was capturing high definition drone footage.

Marzipan, almonds, sponge, strawberry jam, whipped cream: my once-a-year cake. Three score and ten. Life’s good

Pleasantly surprised by a mystery box in the package room, clearly from someone who knows how to treat me right. Apparently the person on the front desk who signed for this wasn’t intoxicated and is at least 21 years of age. I’ll learn more when I open this tomorrow.

Cycled the Minnesota River Bluffs Regional Trail with a friend. Neither of us recall ever riding this lovely rail trail, but the joy of discovery may simply be an advantage of being old and forgetful.

Built a quick prototype of a pneumatic mechanism. The yellow baseplates are a new LEGO Technic part that makes it easier to explore a mechanism before incorporating it into a more formal beam structure.

On my cycle ride, puddles were a welcome sight in this summer of drought.