I had a weird dream last night or this morning. Not all that weird just that, well, dreams are weird. I dreamed that we have a huge basement with lots of junk in it. That’s not so weird but the strange thing was that I knew it was only a dream but thought I was dreaming about something that was real. While I was dreaming I was thinking that we had a basement and that we had somehow lost it and forgot about it and that when I woke up I was going to look for this forgotten basement. I was excited about it too – thinking about what I could do with all that extra space, including moving the washer and dryer from their little alcove in the hallway to the basement where they belong. I was so terribly disappointed when I woke up and realized that we do not have a forgotten basement. Darn! I was so sure!

We’ve never lived in a house with a basement. When we lived in Virginia we looked at several. Houses with basements seem to be more common there. But we ended up with a house without one even though there were two houses that I really, really, really liked that had basements. They both had some expensive problems though, being older houses. Still, I sometimes think of those two houses and what might have been.