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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.

Cycled beside the Mississippi to downtown St. Paul.

It was a steamy day, so I wasn’t wearing spectacles when we walked into Betty Danger’s Country Club. Imperfect vision can be a blessing.

Cycled to Excelsior, Lake Minnetonka.1964, in a drugstore in this building, a local told Mick Jagger: “you can’t always get what you want.”

On our cycle ride, looked at the sky, a potential location for our next home.

Rode the rails to a place with no there there. Pedaled back to the city.

Rebar masqueraded as sculpture beside the Midtown Greenway. It will reinforce a bridge which replaces and replicates a century-old bridge.

Cycled home from Downtown today, past this graffiti. Felt grateful Medicaid kicked in when my father-in-law needed it most.

Once I filled The Brute with weeds, I fled on my bike to avoid seeing more yard interlopers. At least no weeds will be knee-high by the 4th.

The Interstate surrounded Downtown on my drippy walk. I left my bicycle at home because I did not want a muddy stripe down my back.

Posted Framing the Future.

Decided to cycle to a place I had never seen: the Twin Cities Model Railway Museum in its new location.