My house was built in the 1940’s by my grandfather in the south Minneapolis Hawthorne neighborhood…it was super old but mom had always made necessary renovations.
Abby and I both walked to school everyday from kindergarten to graduation from Hamilton High School. It was a great neighborhood with lots of little shops and restaurants that somehow had not been swept away by the larger chain stores. We even had a small movie theater…the original.
Mom and dad had bought the house when they first got married, had me and never moved. I didn’t see me moving for quite a while either.
I know when Abby and her fiance Ralph get married they will probably want to move into a place of their own. Ralph Cooper and Abby Jones had been dating since 9th grade. He was a fledgling lawyer and right now working day and night to pay off college loans. I’m thinking marriage is about 2 years away.
My front door opened into a 4-season porch and if you turn right and open another door you are in the living room. Straight ahead is the dining room with a swinging door that leads to the kitchen with a nook that over looks the back yard. It’s a style that people are again finding desirable. I think the “open concept” is wearing thin.
Two bedrooms and a bath run parallel to the living room/dining room separated by a hall.
Upstairs there are two large rooms and a full bath. I used to play up there when I was a kid. It was like having my own little world.
It was a perfect place with potential for a private back staircase…hint to Abby and Ralph…I would charge very little rent.
I very slowly stood again, took a couple of steps and decided I wasn’t going to die after all. At least not today.
I slipped on my favorite fuzzy bathrobe which was so soft and warm it was like putting on a cashmere blanket. I paid a fortune for it but it was worth it. I stuffed my feet into slippers and headed to the kitchen in hopes that Abby had left me some coffee.
After a quick trip to the bathroom I headed towards the kitchen. Then I remembered I had forgotten my little notebook. I turned and trudged back into my bedroom, picked it up and shoved it in my pocket.