Sunday, October 02, 2011

(A little less) scary basement

I've been in several scary basements before. Most notorious is my Grandma Butcher's. To access the only shower in her house, you have to navigate down rickety stairs next to a damp Ohio sandstone wall. If you  safely make it that far, you have to search in the dark with your head down (because it is just over 5ft high) to find the single light bulb string located in the rear of the basement. As a child, even seeing the lincoln logs at the bottom of the stairs didn't entice me to walk down her stairs on my own.


Our house is pretty old and the rotting, tilting basement stairs show it. So this weekend we got out the sawzall and started to remedy the problem. After removing the stairs and pouring a concrete pad, we added a special touch with the stones we collected along Lake Superior. Hopefully it will make it a little less scary to walk down there...once the stairs get built back up. The missing stairs did cause a little excitement though. About ten minutes after we were all done with the concrete Winston slipped through the kitty door and committed to running down the stairs before he realized they were missing. I flipped the light on just in time to see him sprawled with his front paws on the wall, back paws on the top ledge, and tummy drooping between them. It would have been a great picture to capture and then add quarter size goggle eyes to emphasize his surprise. He was past the point of recovering so he jumped down and permanently added his prints to the wet concrete...oh well, it added character to the design.



2 comments:

kristine.shook said...

what a fun story to tell the kids in a few years when they ask about the stones & paw prints!!

smm said...

I love this story! Especially the part about the kitty! I really did laugh right out loud when I read it.