Mare loves old houses. He can take one look at an old house and immediately look past peeling paint, a bad remuddle, vinyl windows, and the like to see the potential in it. Back in the day, before and during our relationship, he bought up old houses (and one commercial building) in my hometown and began ambitious restorations on them...Problem is, he'd get bored with the project and never finish, a trait that unfortunately continued into his foray as a contractor and cut short that career. His strength lies in his ideas. And boy, has he had some good ones. His latest idea, involving my own house, is one of those good ideas. Or at least half of it is.
It's the other half of his idea I'm not so sure about. Mare proposes to get rid of the dreaded basement trap door, build a railing on the two long sides of the stairwell, and move the washer and dryer into the basement. Yowza. I don't know about all that. Y'all know how I hate that trap door. Two of my greatest fears involve that stupid thing: one, that the hook which holds the trap door to the kitchen/laundry room wall will pull out of the wall while I'm in the basement and the trap door will slam shut, imprisoning me down there; and two, that if I don't corral the animals beforehand one of them will try to run down the basement steps just as I let go of the trap door to let it fall shut and thus be crushed. No trap door would mean none of those worries. There'd be plenty of room in the basement for the washer and dryer because the front half of the basement has a concrete floor and brick walls and an almost 7-foot-high ceiling. It runs underneath the whole kitchen, to give you an idea of the size. The plumbing and drains and what-not are situated so that moving the washer and dryer downstairs wouldn't be a big problem, or so Mare says. (I'm taking him at his word on that, because I know nothing about plumbing.) I'm just not sure I want a big gaping hole in the middle of the back porch floor, even a hole with a railing around it. My future grandkids might fall into it. My future little-old-lady self might not like to walk up and down those steps all the time just to get her unmentionables clean. It's an interesting idea, and one that I'd never have thought of myself. I'll have to mull it over for a while longer.
So what do you all think?