Today I walked downstairs to go to work but the stairs weren’t there. There was dust and noise and a plywood plank and a team of contractors watching me try to navigate my gym bag and head phones and business lady skirt as I slid down the ramp, but no stairs in one big section.
Construction is underway and today I predictably got a little nostalgic for how the first floor used to look (like an abandoned meth lab), so I dug around and found some pictures taken a few minutes before we left to hang out in NYC for the weekend back in June. Back before we knew there was about four inches of turn-of-the-century muddy concrete under the tile, and back before it occurred to us we’d ever have to live without stairs.
A ladder will soon replace the ramp, so my posts next week will either be from a hotel or a hospital bed.