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Dinner with my sister-in-law, two brothers-in-law, and a nephew at Misono Asian Bistro, which is midway between our homes. Caught up on life’s events over sushi (one of two trays shown here) and various starters, including gyoza.

Set up irrigation drippers in planters in outdoor spaces around our building. You can just see some of the tubes in this photo, but they will soon disappear as the plants fill out. Our building’s garden club has saved us over $30,000 in recent years by taking on some tasks that would otherwise be performed by contractors.

Despite an iffy weather forecast, a friend and I set out on a bike ride from near where the Minnesota and Mississippi rivers meet. Our route took us downriver, past St. Paul and three miles beyond to our turnaround. The journey included fanciful Mexican animal sculptures at Raspberry Island, a pleasant coffee shop (despite being out of pastries), and a paddlewheeler with a functioning sternwheel. And, it didn’t rain.

As we do on Thursdays we compared our volunteer experiences—he in the university greenhouse, I at the school. I’m cautious taking photos at the school, but Dwight went full-throttle photographing over-the-top orchids, including this one. Today was the final day of school, but I’ll be assisting with Summer School later this month. Meanwhile, the greenhouse needs constant attention.

I looked away for a moment and the eagle vanished. It’s one of a pair raising chicks across the river from where we live, but it likes this safe perch on our side of the river where it presumably scopes out meal options. I then spent way too much time trying to track down a quote about the prey being dead the moment its image touches the retina of an eagle. AI assures me Saint-Exupéry never wrote anything like that, but I’m not so sure.

This morning, woke up to a smoke-filled view of Downtown. When I stepped outside, I could taste and smell the wildfires in Manitoba. Definitely a day for indoor activities.

Pleasant surprise at the dentist this morning: digital impressions. Instead of the usual trays of goop for my crown prep, they used a special camera. I got to see a 3D/rotating digital model of my mouth with and without the crown, which was then sent to the lab. (Red reveals the bite surfaces.)

A plant misting zone had become anemic, so today I tracked down a failing solenoid valve. Swapping in a spare was easy because the electrical and water connectors are push-in, requiring no tools. Our irrigation system uses many convenient push-in water connectors, and tubes have never popped out when properly locked. More time-consuming was re-jigging the software that controls the misting zones, another item on my to-do list.

Our local farmers market was busy this morning. I walked away with asparagus, baby kale, bread, and honey. It’s too early in Minnesota’s growing season for anything cruciferous, except a few types of leafy greens.

After my gig at Franklin Library deducing words from context, I stopped by Gatherings Cafe at the beautifully remodeled Minneapolis American Indian Center. While primarily serving the local urban Native community, I felt very welcome as I ordered a bison melt with a side salad. The delicious food is organic and made on the premises from scratch, including the bread.

I’m constantly discovering new applications for AI. Tomorrow, I plan to guide an adult learner through exercises focused on deducing the meaning of challenging words from their context in both single sentences and three-sentence paragraphs. Creating two worksheets—one with 30 sentences and another with 30 paragraphs, ensuring the same difficult words appeared in both—took about two minutes.

Led my friend visiting from the UK along a dirt path, past abandoned grain elevators to the seemingly dilapidated Harris Machinery Company building. Closer inspection reveals thorough stabilization. The rebuilt first floor now hosts The Market at Malcolm Yards, a food hall where my friend chose Argentinian cuisine and I, Korean.

Near the start of a cycle ride with a friend, we stood 680 feet out over the Mississippi on this bridge. Behind me, the bridge abruptly ends mid-river. The Rock Island Swing Bridge had two decks when it opened in 1894: a railroad above and a road below. We capped off our morning at a friendly coffee shop where we indulged in way too much cake.

My goals on two wheels today were to 1) photograph an eagle (FAILED) and 2) find new potatoes (FAILED). However, my ride in Nordeast Minneapolis did lead to an interesting discovery: a wishing well outside a home containing a “Chrono Decoder” (a 60-minute countdown timer for a board game), books, a ball of string, and (drum roll, please) a package of fresh bratwurst.

Across the river from our home, there’s this eagles’ nest. Some years a pair raises chicks; other years, nothing. This morning’s walk surprised us with the sight of an eagle’s wiggling rear end (just visible in this pixelated photo), apparently while tearing apart something lower down the food chain. We’re hoping to see chicks soon. Sometimes one of the eagles swoops past our windows, riding the thermals.

Clearly, I tried to fit a lot into this photo today: the modern Pierre Bottineau Library in the foreground, with the former Grain Belt Brewery (now offices) behind it. I do like the ghost staircase. Next is my old hoss taking a breather, and across the road, the former brewery office, now apartments.