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Out cycling, I spotted this railroad crossing sign—despite no tracks on either side of the road. I turned to Reddit for reasons. The sign should stay until the track is removed and the road repaved, helping prevent mishaps (e.g., bikes or snow plows) and limiting liability. Additionally, this preserves the right of way and increases adjacent land values. Click through for more discussion.

On our walk today, this was our view of Downtown from Boom Island Park: the smoke from Manitoba’s wildfires is slowly clearing. Meanwhile, while six posturing members of Congress sent a letter of complaint to the Canadian embassy in DC, Minnesota’s Department of Natural Resources deployed a 21-person crew to Manitoba to assist with fighting the wildfires.

Spent the afternoon making the home of friends smarter. Like us, they’re snowbirds who head to warmer places during the depths of winter. After setting up a plant watering system for them previously, today’s project included configuring two cameras, and installing smart wall switches and water leak sensors.

It looks so Instagrammable: “Very volcanic over this green feather” features enlargements of artist’s childhood drawings while living in a Kosovo refugee camp. The reverse sides depict war, including a terrified little boy. Other exhibits continued to unsettle our perceptions of reality. Ways of Knowing, today, at the Walker Art Center.

Today I was reminded of how much native English speakers take for granted. Take the simple past tense: with words like “seemed,” “stressed,” and “added,” the “-ed” ending is pronounced differently in each case (/d/, /t/, and /ed/ respectively). Adult English Language Learners have to explicitly learn these distinctions, all while juggling their jobs and family responsibilities.

The evening began with pre-show drinks at a pop-up Kit Kat bar before a sold-out performance of Cabaret at the Guthrie. Having revisited the story through the movie, a touring Broadway production, and Isherwood’s Berlin Stories over the years, the play’s dark themes felt timely tonight. Tomorrow, the daily news of rising authoritarianism in our own country awaits.

Some moments are best experienced without a camera or preconceptions. Sitting here, I looked up from my reading just as three bald eagles from the nest across the river flew by in an arrowhead formation. I stood up and followed them with my eyes as they turned towards our building and out of sight. Earlier, while out on his run, Dwight looked up at the nest and saw two fledglings sitting together on a tree limb.

On our cycle ride, we stopped for a cooked-to-order breakfast sandwich from Bread and Pickle beside Lake Harriet. The park buildings look spiffy with a fresh coat of paint.

Prototyped a motorized X-Y platform with a focus on simplicity, minimal height, and visual balance. This allowed me to get familiar with two components recently introduced by LEGO: a new design of worm gears (which I combined to create linear actuators) and the platform itself. The platform is easily swapped out, an important feature for the project. Meanwhile, I have a lot more mechanisms to prototype.

Last night we watched fireworks exploding over St. Anthony Falls from our balcony. This morning, a crashing then scraping sound piqued my interest during my neighborhood walk: a vehicle had dragged a traffic light into an intersection, but thankfully, no one was hurt. Meanwhile, here in the courtyard of the Mill City Museum, lively salsa music accompanied a free dance class led by an upbeat instructor.

When I became a US citizen, a conservative neighbor gave me this Uncle Sam figurine holding a slogan that ignores the beliefs of millions of Americans. Today, I substituted words that would have resonated in 1776 and align with our Constitution.

After my Thursday Teacher Tom stint, I sometimes pick up a still-warm pack of 36 corn tortillas (shown here, today, between a bowl of corn flour and a millstone) for $4 from a nearby tortilleria. They do magic with just three ingredients: corn, water, and lime. Back home, with the aroma of fresh tortillas wafting out of my daypack, I froze them in groups of six, separated by parchment paper.

Early dinner with friends at La Madre, a recently opened Mexican restaurant in our neighborhood. The food is authentic and delicious, including my Puerco en Adobo (shredded pork butt, corn, bacon, shallot, heavy cream, radish, lime, cilantro, pickled red onion). Yum!

After an overnight stay at The Confluence Hotel, a friend who used to live in Hastings joined our bicycle adventure. We watched the water rush past a mill in Hastings before crossing the Mississippi and cycling down to Prescott, Wisconsin, to the confluence of the St. Croix and the Mississippi. Back in Hastings, we loaded our bikes into our friend’s truck and drove back to Minneapolis.

We took the LRT to St. Paul then cycled to Hastings, enjoying lovely glimpses of the Mississippi along the way. A friend joined us for the last 10 miles before we checked into The Confluence Hotel in a repurposed industrial building beside the river.

Next year, we’re joining two friends in the UK to hike the Rob Roy Way in Scotland. We’re thankful we can still manage a long-distance trail, even if it means more hotels (I booked nine today) due to shorter daily sections as we get older.