My house was built in the late 1940’s in the south Minneapolis Corcoran neighborhood. It was super old but mom had always made necessary renovations.
Abby and I had both walked to school and back…everyday single day…from those first scary days in 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 a minor gentrification program a few years ago.
On the corner of the block where I lived was the little flower shop that Abby’s parents owned and operated…soon to be solely run by Abby when her folks headed to Florida and a well-deserved retirement.
We even had a small movie theater…the original one built in the 1950’s…still showing first run movies…just two blocks away.
Mom and dad had bought the house when they were first married. Then they had me and never moved…I didn’t see myself moving for quite a while either.
Abby was a fantastic house mate…and I dreaded the day that she would move out.
Ralph Cooper and Abby Jones had been dating since 9th grade. He was now a fledgling lawyer and currently 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..which led into the dining room with a swinging door (that I will never replace) that allowed access to the kitchen.
There is an eating nook in the kitchen that over looks the back yard. It’s a style that people are again finding desirable. I personally think the “open concept” is wearing thin.
Two bedrooms and a bath run parallel to the living room/dining room area…separated by a long hallway.
Upstairs there are two large rooms and a full bath…with a space for an outside entrance. I used to play up there when I was a kid. It was like having my own little apartment.
I thought…hint, hint to Abby and Ralph…it was a perfect place for a young married couple to live as they saved for buying their own home.
I very slowly stood again, took a couple of steps and decided the day was starting to look a little brighter.
I slipped on my favorite fuzzy bathrobe. It was like putting on a cashmere blanket. I had 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.
It had become a ritual for me to share with Abby any notes I had taken during my week end, bar hopping adventures. That way she could vicariously enjoy “clubbing” thru my single state while still being faithful and loyal to her beloved fiance, Ralph.
With a little bit of luck, the jottings of the night before weren’t too insane…I just hoped I could actually read them.
I walked into the kitchen and the wondrous aroma of freshly brewed coffee gave me reason to live yet another day…