Apparently I'm all into PBS throwbacks lately. Last weekend was full of the "Letter B" and had me thinking Sesame Street, this week I'm finding inspiration from Mr. Rogers. The snow won't stop falling in Minnesota, so I've decided to embrace it. After I decided it was going to be a coffee shop day and I didn't want to dig out my car - I took a short walk admiring how awesome my neighborhood looks with freshly fallen snow, and set up shop at Segue Cafe.
Segue used to be the place where everyone knew my name - 8am every morning I got my morning coffee. It's where I met delightful neighbors, helped Jane think of new ideas to drive business or give back, and went to think, be super productive, etc. After taking a job outside of the neighborhood, I am no longer a regular. They close at 6pm and I'm hardly home from work, Saturdays always seem to get away from me, and as a Christian non-profit, they are closed on Sunday. Sometimes life is distracting.
As a side note, groups of friends (typically old men) who gather for coffee daily have always been one of my favorite things. Something I hope happens when I retire, or have less structured days. When I worked at a Holiday Gas Station in high school, there was a 6am, 8am, 10am, and 2pm group that would gather for a cup of coffee and enjoy chatting about anything from world events to small town gossip, their past and present lives ... fast forward to life in Minneapolis, I find Dave and his crew at Segue every morning.
Today was no different, and it was so refreshing to see that nothing had changed. I caught up with Dave and Rich - upcoming trips to California to visit the grandkids, fall adventures in Prague, Vienna, and Budapest, family, and the rest. Dave's a retired teacher and still plays jazz drums from time to time. As I go to set up shop he says, "It's so nice to see you Tanya, come around more often and let's properly catch up."
I felt happy after running into Dave. Happy is kind of generic, but it's all I've got right now. Part of it is knowing that my wanderlust may never go away - part of it is my neighborhood in downtown Minneapolis feeling more like home. I'm a sucker for community, and Dave reminded me this morning that I've got it right where I am. I've always been torn between loving the small town I grew up in, and also the "big city" I now call home. A blogger from North Dakota called it Urban Mind, Rural Heart.
I think Saturdays in Segue is going to be a thing from now on. I miss being a regular in my own neighborhood. Now I just need a good bar, and come summer, a good park bench.
Happy Saturday,
T
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