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On my sunny walk: the Weisman Art Museum, designed by Frank Gehry.

Walked in heavy snow to my Wednesday gig. Snowdrifts were surprisingly deep under this overpass.

Posted A Crosswalk in Nagano.

Walked over to the Cedar for a sold-out performance by Beninese singer, Angélique Kidjo. “We’re all Africans.” We sometimes play her music when doing household chores: she gets you moving.

Took a bus to the northern edge of Minneapolis. Walked back.

Unpacked our last boxes. Reunited with my favorite radio, ever. It originally belonged to my paternal grandmother. When she died in 1959, it became my bedside radio. I would lie in the dark listening to comedies and dramas from the BBC Home Service.

Channeled my inner Marie Kondo

Filled a backpack with office supplies we will never use. Walked to a teachers’ union hall which has a room where teachers can stock up on supplies for their underfunded schools. Walked home, 30 pounds lighter.

Paused my walk to admire the display at Coastal Seafoods and select some Petrale sole from the Pacific Coast. Tonight I’ll bake It in parchment.

While I walked home from my Wednesday gig, bicycle racks with American Indian motifs waited for fair-weather cyclists like me.

Checked in on my youngest nephew, recovering nicely at Minneapolis Children’s Hospital.

Posted Travel Gear: Suitcase.

Ran errands while snow fell.

After doing electrical work in a confined space, I needed British Christmas pudding (saved in the freezer) and a lie down.

Walked a few miles around Downtown with friends without ever going outside to the bitter cold. The Father of Waters towered over us in Minneapolis City Hall.

Tonight: walked over to Masters of Hawaiian Music, slack key at the Dakota.