Maxwell's 24th

A dozen friends and family gathered this morning for brunch at the Lowbrow on Nicollet near 43rd in Minneapolis to celebrate the 24th birthday of Maxwell Tong, our grandson and software developer at a world-famous micro-grid firm (We're so proud of his new job we had to slip that in). Aunts and friends, et al, were there, hoping the best in the years to come. Gifts were opened and well-wishes read. There's more party this afternoon. When you're young you're good for a full day.

Welcome to Kathleen's coffee table

They’ve been re-siding all the fronts of the homes in our new neighborhood, working hard on it since the end of August when we arrived. Replacing tired stucco facia with brand-new shakes and planks. About 20 done, 30 houses to go. This chilly September Saturday, Kathleen decided to treat the dozen or so work crew to coffee and rolls (she’s a compulsive feeder) and one by two they filtered into the garage all morning to enjoy the treats. It was great fun and so politely appreciated. This workman signaled his approval to the gesture with a gesture, and chose a couple of his favorite snack, cinnamon rolls. “Take as many as you want,” she said. “we’ll make more!”

Gracias!

Now if only bunches of kids will show up for trick or treats in our new neighborhood, Kathleen will be thrilled. She can't help it.

38 years - and still counting - today

Thirty-eight years ago today, this couple married on the shores of Lake Ann in Chanhassen. (Those so inclined can look up the wedding story in the search box above.) Today we celebrated the occasion with a closing, selling the Midtown condominium on Lake Street, after Kathleen's brother had Daniel moved to new quarters at the Highland Chauteau this summer. He lived in the condo for 12 years, and enjoyed, among other things, easy year round access to the Global Market and the accessible amenities of the attached Abbott/Northwestern hospital and cafeteria.
Deal done, it's time for a nap. Celebrate later.
Thirty eight years ago there was a 3-day party.

It's wild in Eden Prairie

Enjoyed lunch at the People’s Organic with Pat Minelli, retired editor of the Shakopee Valley News, today. Upon arrival, we noticed a turkey feeding on the boulevard, dangerously close to the highway . . . and Thanksgiving. Inside, Stan selected a vegan delight for himself and Pat chose a turkey burger, giving rise to speculation that the appearance of the unusual wildlife may have subliminaly influenced his luncheon decision.

Regular readers of this blog may recognize Pat. He's from the Iron Range and uses the pseudonym "The Ranger" when commenting.

Free loveseat and matching chair

Come and get them! Contact Stan. We're selling condo. Everything must go. Free to readers of this blog. First come. Hurry!

Army blankets and more. . .

 

If you’ve ever served in the Armed Forces, you slept under one of their blankets. Founded in 1865, the Faribault Woolen Mill Co has had contracts with the government to keep soldiers warm under their woolen blankets. We’ve driven past for years saying “we ought to look in there some time.” Today we did. Displayed in the company store was a panoply of items, some historic, some kitsch. It was a fun stop on a beautiful day. There are tours available. . . but that might be taking it a little far.

First Day of School

When they ring the bell, you go to another class at our granddaughter's new school. Exciting day for Emily. We remember other first days too.