Microblog

It is one of life’s pleasures to enjoy morning coffee and a pastry in places with WiFi passwords like “wetbanana” while the world rushes by.

It was time for plan B. For some reason, our wobbly 1970’s vinyl dining chair was not appreciated by street foragers.

Walked past this Minneapolis landmark built in 1965 for an insurance company. A critic described it as a temple to the gods of underwriting.

We stopped for breakfast at Lake Harriet.

Posted Journey to the House of Balls.

Banished unwanted things to the curb where they begged for new homes.

Had our car repaired locally where we did not have to endure the dealership’s insulting slogans designed to appeal to the basest instincts.

Went cycling with our nephews. This is their playset, destroyed by a tornado on Tuesday. Their Forest Lake home had exterior damage.

Looked behind Cedar-Riverside LRT Station; found this.

Waited for a friend beside Target Corporation’s Bullseye mascot. My friend arrived on the first post-rush-hour (75 cent senior fare) train.

Cycled past some of my favorite Nordeast Minneapolis buildings, including the Casket Arts Building. Artists now occupy this building.

Tidied my man cave (formerly my office) to an unnatural degree. We’re ready for a buyer for this and the rest of our home.

Our flower towers demanded our attention.

Reviewed the community notice board outside our local co-op. Reflected on how I’ve lived this long without Pornowolves or a hand-blown bong.

Rolled a binful of Kodak Carousels containing 35mm slides down to the street. My father-in-law scanned all the slides a few years ago.

Posted You Can’t Always Get What You Want.