Chapter 18



Mitch emptied out the groceries onto the table.  The contents were staples to a bachelor’s winter.  There were the cans for assorted any time eats: tuna, soup, and chili.  Pastas and rice for cooking an actual meal at some point as needed.  Mitch bought a large steak that appealed to him as a breakfast steak though he could see now that the steak was easily large enough for two dinners.  He debated whether the steak should be eaten soon or frozen.  There were the necessary breakfast foods: eggs, bacon, and orange juice in addition to assorted vegetables and fruits: broccoli, carrots, apples, and grapes.  To wash all of the food down there was beer and red wine from the liquor store across the street from the IGA.

The kitchen was small yet this much food did not take much space, nor was much time needed to put the food into the vintage white refrigerator or to fill the flower curtained cupboards in the stairwell pantry.

The log cabin was not large, nor rustic, by any means.  Over the course of fifty years amenities such as gas, electric, and indoor plumbing had been added.  Upstairs there were two rooms that overlooked the lake and an attic room too low for Mitch to stand in.  He used one of the lake view rooms for his bed and the other for a study.  The main floor was split between the kitchen and bath on one side and a large room that faced the lake.  Mitch had filled the room with a large table a couch near the fireplace.  The large screen porch ran the whole front of the cabin and peered over the lake down a tall embankment fifteen feet away.

Mitch had come into possession of the cabin in a rare circumstance.  He became caretaker of the cabin soon after he had moved to the lake ten years ago.  Within five years Mitch had renovated the bathroom, finished the two rooms upstairs, and thinned the long neglected overgrown landscape.  The aging owner asked Mitch if he would like to buy the place.  Mitch wanted to yet he did not have much money or credit.  The owner said he would talk to his accountant to see if he could find a way to make things work.  Six months later, a letter from the owner came with a deed of ownership.  The letter explained the owner was giving Mitch the cabin and surrounding acre of land.  Mitch had been a far better custodian then the owner had ever been and in his aging years he saw no reason to wait to die to be the benefactor of the land.

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