Diminutive to Capacious……..#25 (the 50’s)

The fog rolling off the hills

The new downstairs accommodation having been vacant for what seemed like an eternity.  The inevitable question being put forth, the request having  been made many times in the past, his parents answer always the same,  NO.    This time Mike was prepared with a litany of affirmative reason to present his case,  but all was unnecessary,  this time the answer was.  YES!  The downstairs  rooms, better known as the apartment would forthwith known as Gary’s  Room.

 Mike discovering at young age that life could be a paradox,  exuberant and remorseful,  confining but at liberty,  conjecture vs procrastination and from diminutive to capacious.   The ambiguities in life were characterized by changes,  having been demonstrated with the procurement of his new domicile in the family household downstairs.   Gone would be the ambiance of his old small  8 x 10 cubicle of a room adjoining the kitchen with its morning vista, the fog rolling off the hills and the damp fragrance of new cut wheat traversing through the open window from the field a block and half away.   Also gone would be the tranquility enveloping the room at night with the effervescent glow of a full moon casting its efflorescence on the wall.  The morning aroma accompanied with the crackling sound of bacon frying, the bustle of his Mother in the kitchen preparing his Dad’s breakfast, the event no longer a prerequisite for the start of a school day.

Moon rising over East Oakland Hills

There were two entrances to Mikes downstairs room, one through a dining room door leading down to the basement laundry room, then through a bathroom and kitchenette.  The other means of entrance was the an outside door that provided an entrance from the backyard.  Mike realized it would take some time to reconcile that he was no long a full-time segment of the enduring habitats presiding upstairs.  A display of independent accountability provided a sense of  propriety and with it,  any discussion about him moving back upstairs coming to closure.   The room granted the young man much of what he couldn’t attain upstairs, but also ordained more responsibility. It provide an island of solitude where he could read, listen to his music and have the room to work on project without family interruptions. It provided a station where he could entreat his friend, even if for only  a short period. The outside entrance gave him a prestigious feeling that he could access and depart  without notifications,  but because of the veneration instilled by his parents these were just entertaining thoughts not ready to come to fruition.

The AM dial welcome to the world of adventure

 Mike found the freedom from the distractions upstairs also had a down side as time went on, noting a waning of family closeness.  He was aware that he was spending what they may have considered family time downstairs especially after his parents bought him a small radio for his new found room to listen to his after school programs.  In the evenings preferring  Gangbusters, The Shadow, X-Minus One and I Love a Mystery over most of what television had to offer.  He also hinted for a reading light to mount on the headboard of the bed like his parents had so he could read and to his surprise they gave him theirs, of course it was replaced with new one.

    Reality was setting in, he did miss the upstairs southeast facing window that allowed the beauty of the night to stream in, but in his new spacious surroundings he no longer had a perception of being domiciled.  He now felt free to uncover new ambitions, kindled interest, realizing that opportunity abounds and the future is patiently waiting to be discovered.

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