I had a dream last night about the house in DM. I wanted to go into the attic and roam through the stuff up there, and then make the area into a loft. Mama thought that was a GREAT idea - yeah, she was there.
The idea of sifting through the attic treasures was an appealing one. I used to love the attic! I would go up there on rainy days and poke through the photo albums and boxes of old crap, all the while listening to the rain fall on the roof. When I think of that timeframe, I see Dick, Ron and Dad looking like this. That old fake fireplace used to sit up in the attic, too, until we hauled it out at Christmas. Old Tippy would sleep in front of it at Christmas as if it actually emitted heat.
It's funny how I'll dream about that attic room from time to time. Sometimes in the dream there's more space up there over the entry way, and the promise of more stuff to find. How strange that we had to climb into the closet to get to the attic through that window. At the top of the stairs to the second floor was the door to the coat closet, and to the side of that closet was a "window" of sorts, with a board over it, that led into the attic. You'd have to step up and climb through the window to gain access into the attic. In my dreams, the area above that window is vast and dark, when in reality it was only about a foot or two back - and even my memory of that is pretty tainted by dreams and exaggeration. I did love it up there though.
