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Get Up You Lazy Sinners, It's Open Streets West Broadway

As we were driving back from the cottage Scott said, "Let's stay home this weekend." To me that meant alright summers over now it's time to do some housework.

I actually just wanted to go to Open Streets West Broadway.


We finally started painting the windows that had been rehabbed back in Februrary. Well Scott did most of the painting while I did the washing. Our windows are so clear now.

To be more precise we painted the glazing. The rest had been painted, but while we were at it we added another coat. They do look mighty fine.

Meadow and I puzzled while Scott made breakfast. Meadow usually comes into our room when she wakes up. This morning she said to us, "Wake up you lazy sinners". We both died laughing and Meadow was so embarrassed and didn't get she had made a joke.

It's from a poem in the book "Pocketfuls of Nonsense." I had said, "Get up ya lazy bums" when she entered the room. She came out with the sinners line when we were still in bed ten or fifteen minutes later.

I made my favorite waffles for breakfast. We didn't have instant oatmeal so I pulsed our old fashioned oats in the blender. Bet you didn't know that makes them instant oats?

Meadow was thankful for my ingenuity.

On Saturday's we always listen to Bluegrass Saturday Mornings on the local Jazz station. 

Meadow shook her hips to the music. It was so cute.

Like he said, the main reason Scott wanted to stay home this weekend was for Open Street West Broadway.

When we made it to Penn and Broadway we ran into my friend Nate. He hung with us the rest of the route.

We ran into all the bike and politics nerds of the Northside along the route. The first two were Jeff Strand and Alexis.


Hey it's Jim!

And his little family.

This was the first time I got to see their little one and he's adorable.

U.S. Congressman Keith Ellison stopped to chat with us. Well mostly Alexis. He's a DFL insider.

Keith asked Brooke if she knew who he was. She didn't, but that was OK.

Politicians will be politicking.

Hardly down the block and we stopped for a chat with City Councilperson Blong Yang.

Meadow finally decided she wanted to ride her bike a little bit. She's just not that into riding this year.

The kids from one of the dance studios on Broadway were dancing in the streets. It's so great to walk or bike a hostile street like this without the hassle of cars.

Hey it's Jerry. I wasn't kidding about the bike nerds.

On the end of the walk we chatted with another Scott. I shot his wedding a few years back and we run into each other occasionally at bike events.




Will and his son had the coolest ride on all of West Broadway.

I'm jealous of their bike and I love that they match.

Those are dad goals.


Meadow just wanted to go for a wagon ride. She must've been sick of stopping.


Hey Kendrick!

We took a break for lunch and had Southern Poutine from the Fabled Rooster.

I guess it was their first run of their food truck. The poutine was quite good. Nate said his buffalo chicken was just OK.  

Meadow didn't want the poutine. So we ordered her plain old french fries. Picky gal.

Nate had to go show a house, so we said goodbye and met with Alexis over at the beer garden.

Meadow played with the bean bags while we chatted. It was nice to sit outside and enjoy West Broadway. We really need more bars and restaurants along the main drag.

Once we got back it was back to work. We plopped Meadow down in front of the TV while we worked on windows.

I scraped the excess paint and Brooke touched up any missing paint and washed them. Meadow came in every few minutes to see what was going.

Instead of making an elaborate meal, like usual, we had leftover salsa verde tostadas. Nothing better than day old black beans.

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