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Posted A Very Japanese Christmas.

Spent much of the weekend reviewing and editing hundreds of construction specifications for our condo. Soon, we’ll be signing off the design.

Stocked up on fresh pasta at the Mill City Farmers Market.

Our bedroom window framed the Guthrie Theater as we prepared to walk over for “Blithe Spirit.”

Started my Christmas shopping at Ax-Man Surplus.

Hopped onto the wrong bus, got to see Minneapolis from new angles: a wabi-sabi journey.

Walked across the Mississippi to Dinkytown for corned beef hash at Al’s. This 14-stool diner is older than me.

Posted Monday Morning Coffees.

Created a spreadsheet to communicate task dependencies to the developer of our condo. Our tasks to make selections are dependent on the developer completing their tasks. I was tempted to produce a Gantt chart.

Bought vegetables grown in Minneapolis by kids. Transformed some of the root vegetables into a scalloped bake without losing my fingers in the mandoline.

Cycled in search of the 45th parallel. Found a rock, a plaque, and a lost glove.

Simultaneously tutored two students: one about fractions, the other GED English. This felt so much better than thoughts of the politicians and entertainers who are failing us.

The mechanic replaced a damaged chain link then spun the wheel, over and over, while checking gear changes, back and forth, making minor adjustments. He then pumped up the tires. I continued the journey on my well-tuned bike, $10 lighter.

Cycled in shirtsleeve weather past a vaguely ecclesiastical entrance to the athletic field at the University of St. Thomas.

It was time to build the umami inventory: made mirepoix and stock.

Rolled up one pant leg. At this time of year, any day I do that is a bonus.