Journeys 3.1

Today, I’m feeling lazy, so I took a shortcut with my pot of beans. I used half a container of mirepoix from Trader’s, saving me from chopping carrots, onions, and celery. I don’t know of any other store selling mirepoix, which always mystifies me. Dwight used the rest of the mirepoix to make a pea soup, adding a handful of his homegrown pea shoots and bringing it all together with an immersion blender.

Dwight was engrossed in the den, immersed in the world of architectural LEGO. His current challenge: constructing an A-frame for the Christmas village beneath the tree. Achieving an acute roof angle, while avoiding any “illegal techniques,” demands ingenuity.

The first real snowstorm of the winter, as I waited for the bus. It was a busy morning, with a little help from technology. Some students had chosen to take a job qualification test in Spanish, so I found myself pointing Google Translate at their screens so I could offer hints. In another class, I used Gemini to generate random numbers to select writing topics submitted by the students.

On my walk home from a medical appointment, I passed food delivery robots idly waiting for their next gig. I opted to dine in and enjoy a lunch I’d ordered through an app, as in-person ordering wasn’t an option. Meanwhile, back at our building, a drone was conducting an exterior inspection, scanning for any maintenance issues.

Explored the University of Minnesota West Bank Campus with a friend. Although I live next door to this campus, I saw things new to me. We could spend days going through this directory. For example, the University, incongruously, has the world’s largest collection of Sherlock Holmes materials. On the left, a snow shovel, often accompanied by a box of Ice Melt, is a common sight at building entrances in this northern clime.

Here, I’m waiting for a TTP (Trusted Traveler Program) interview via Zoom to renew Global Entry. With a simple selfie using an app as the plane arrives, I can skip immigration lines and I don’t even show my passport. Last time at O’Hare, I walked past a two-hour line and easily made my connection.

On our Sunday morning walk, the mist veiled our surroundings. Patches of slippery ice, remnants of yesterday’s snow, distracted us from the calm scenes. Here in Boom Island Park, Downtown was obscured, allowing me to frame a simple composition.