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Recent microposts and posts at tomwilson.com
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My friend, Dave, sometimes likes to include a cemetery on our Tuesday cycle rides. Today, at Hillside cemetery, we visited his Aunt Ruth, a beloved kindergarten teacher for 50 years. Her ashes were interred here in 2008.
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Returned home after walking with friends. Performed my usual twerk dance to get the electronic lock to notice my presence and unlock the door. Dwight said I was like a bee returning to the hive, performing a waggle dance. He also said he’s happy with his old-fashioned key.
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Tonight for dessert: salty caramel/Oreo Semifreddo. Heavy cream, crème fraîche, dulce de leche, salt, thin Oreos. The texture was quite decent without the egg custard and whipped egg whites I incorporated in last week’s Semifreddo. It’s dangerously too easy to make.
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Walked in heavy rain to the farmers market at Mill City Museum. Filled a pack with local produce: bacon brats for Sausage Saturday, tomatoes, green beans, and Indian eggplant. Today's rain deterred shoppers while making a dent in the drought: farmers are always at the mercy of the weather.
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Tutored, without fear of passing on my lingering cold. Today we discussed Rosa Parks, and different styles of speech and writing when honoring her legacy.
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On Tuesday I posted about “Men Without Women” prompting a friend to ask which author—Murakami (2014) or Hemingway (1927)? She correctly surmised Murakami. Today, continued my temporary couch potato life by reading Hemingway’s. It’s no accident Murakami used the title.
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Ventured out to Five Watt Coffee for a socially distanced cuppa.
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