Daily Microblog
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.
Another Mouse Door
Spotted on our walk: a mouse door.
Our Country Club
Posted Our Country Club.
Projecting Calm
A run became a walk; blue poles projected calm.
Science Project
Cycled under glorious tree blossoms, stayed in the moment, didn’t take a photo. Instead, here’s my latest science project: logging the weight of a tray of microgreens. A load cell is connected to the cloud, an app graphs results, logging the weight of a tray.
Installing the Thule
Installed our battered old Thule.
Pandemic Poetry
It was a day to stay home and watch YouTube videos to improve my soldering, and other such skills. Occasionally I looked out at the constant rain and the scrolling message on the Guthrie’s marquee: “Promise this world your love” from a poem, “Pandemic.”
Vintage Rail Cars
Cycled under vintage rail cars.
Ice Cream in a Time of Covid
Walked down the block to Izzy’s to pick up an order of their Midnight Snack ice cream. We’ve been deprived of this delicacy for months, but today they started taking Internet orders. The server, who was behind plexiglass, slid my order through the freezer
Whiteboards
Posted Whiteboards.















