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At the start of my bike ride, stone arches framed the cascading Mississippi.

Posted Taking It to the Streets.

Lugged a box down to the mail room, en route to an eBay buyer in a marine base in Guam in the Western Pacific.

Marched with 7,000 people because families belong together. We brought downtown to a halt, including the light rail.

Tonight, tonight: explored what it means to be American. West Side Story.

Cycled aimlessly around the neighborhood. This former flour mill is now affordable lofts for artists.

Asked the city to give this Downtown Nicollet Mall grate a quarter turn.

Posted The Show Had to Go On.

Chose a January date to move to our condo. Now, I can plan trips, constrained only by 30-day supplies of a tumor-suppressing medication.

Posted Bibimbap: Korean Comfort Food.

Every time I look up from my reading, I see rainbows rising up the Guthrie Theater marquee. We go there to escape, but also for plays that speak to our times from earlier times: themes of race (1968), the rise of fascism (1941), and a polluted water suppl

Showed our Pride at the HealthPartners/Park Nicollet booth. Dwight’s employer was recently named 2018 Corporate Champion of PRIDE.

Cycled to our condo developer’s office to sign off the hundreds of choices we’ve made over the past few months.

Wandered around Forest Lake while my nephews attended Bible school. I love the chaotic, corroding metal on the side of this feed store.

Helped to create our future. Today: math and language.

At the doc’s office, learned I’d lost a few pounds without dieting, per se. Meanwhile, a friend pointed out a nearby bakery that has the best millionaire’s shortbread: shortbread, caramel, and chocolate. The salt crystals are inspired. I had to indulge.