A Pattern of Words

Despite the fact that no child will spend time alone in the basement (they’re all convinced a Black Widow lurks around every corner), they’re all perfectly content to make giant messes here together. I’m so grateful to have a room that can stay trashed without me constantly seeing it. (if you saw photographs of this space when we moved in – asbestos ceiling, puddles in the spring, massive centipedes, coal shoot and all – you’d understand my gratefulness!). It took a good bit of money and energy, but having a dry basement that can be utilized as a kid-overflow space is clutch at this stage in life.