stairs

While Miriam gets around pretty well now, one day she won’t.

This week she slipped on the steps going upstairs and fell, not hurting herself, but giving me a bit of a scare.

We sleep upstairs in our weird little house. When the house was new there were bunk beds in that room and two daughters shared the space. The smaller bedroom was home for one daughter. The 4th was away at college at the beginning, and got married soon after that. But that was a lot of years back.

The up bedrooms have nice windows that look out onto our back yard. In the summer, if you sleep late, the sun can shine through that window. Our house is one of the few of its size to have two bathrooms, one on each floor.

The down bedroom once had a closet against one wall and the bed (on castors) rolled under the closet, making it a day bed. There is a 6’ wide door that opened into the living room, so the space could be used as an extension of the living space, when there was a lot of company, which there often was in those days.

The closet is gone, and in it’s place is a window. But, now there is no place for clothes.

My idea is to use space that is not used (originally the house was to be solar heated, hence the greenhouse on the S side of the house. The solar part worked best in July and least in January. So I retired the space). That space would make a great walk in closet for that down bedroom. In fact at 5 1/2 by 16’ it would be a huge closet for a house this size.

The other end of what was once a long skinny space, will become the “pantry” with shelving for food we buy in bulk, canning supplies and equipment and the shelves for the fruit and juice jars.

When I told Miriam of my plans, of course she did not like them at all. In words that left no doubt to her feelings she said she “DID NOT” want to sleep downstairs. I told her it would make a better place for company, and maybe someday we just might need it too.

Said that way, she agreed.