I took this on my phone as I was leaving today, the quality is kind of crappy, but you get the idea – stairs. With high raise! They are in the midst of being painted right now for the renovation. There is normally carpet the runs up the middle, and when we ripped it up today, found the middle was not painted when the house was converted to a museum in the 1980s. The hardwood in the middle is original to when the house was built in 1900, unlike the rest of the hardwood in the house, which was redone in the 1930s.
The things a renovation uncovers. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Lessons already learned? Doorways were much smaller back then. For this reason all of our shelving was constructed in the room where is was going to end up. Makes moving things now impossible.
But these stairs are a daily struggle for me with my Fibromyalgia, especially on a damp day. There is another set of them up, this set leads up to where my office is. Yet, I love stairs in theory, perhaps I read too many Nancy Drew books as a child, but there is something comforting about a wooden staircase. I also love the idea of two staircases, in different parts of the house. I remember finding it very odd whenever I would visit my relatives in California and they all lived on one floor (no basements either). They also find it odd whenever they come to visit and have to remove their shoes in our homes, so I guess it all comes out in the wash.
Anyway, back to the stairs. I’m sad we don’t have the budget to redo the hardwood and have to paint, and put the carpet back down. Although with that rise, any form of liquid on the steps it turns into a slip n’ slide, so perhaps it is for the best.
I’d like to limit my Buster Keaton episodes to yearly, instead of weekly.
Make any discoveries today?