Cheat

 I’m sleepy tonight. I’ve been so busy with back to school and all that comes with it I have crashed at night and had a few posts slip by. So tonight, because I am tired I thought I would just post a story I had written a while ago. But that’s not the point. The point is to write 365 posts. One post a day. If I miss, I make it up. So here I am. Rain against the window. Sleeping dog and husband curled up beside me, writing my post.

I was thinking about finishing our basement. When the estimate came back I quickly changed my mind. But I have so many great memories hanging out in our weird basement on Cheatham Hill Rd. With its 70’s green carpet. It was our hideaway. Growing up My friends all had basements where we would have sleepovers and tell secrets. So I envisioned this for my own kids. 

Instead, we set up a chewed up couch (dogs) and some chairs. Moved some shelves around to create a “sewing nook” for charlie and sort of arranged the items from Charlies playroom (now Weldon’s nursery) in another corner. For a while we thought it might be perfect for zig. He put a carpet down (green shag) hung some curtains to separate the space. But he lost interest.

Then I noticed Charlie sneaking down from time to time. She would come up with a new Barbie dress she had sewn. Or a book she had pulled off a dusty bookcase in one of the “areas.” Now she spends a decent amount of time down there. She is making it work for her. I have a feeling once she has it set up and cleaned Zig will make his way back down.

Yes. This post is about basements. But I’m tired and that’s what’s bouncing around in my brain.