The paint that covers the old farmhouse is nearly a quarter inch thick in some spots. And, phew, wanna talk about pitting, alligatoring or other catastrophic paint failure – this house has it . . . . and lots of it. Concern: Lead = Yes! Solution: Containment, Clean-up and . . . the girls now five and seven – Exodus.
Now, let’s see . . . hmmm . . . my mom’s house and an extended stay? Last time? For me, well, I was probably still in college, which . . . feels like a long, long time ago. So, of course, this visit, and maybe it was cutting the grass for the first time since Thriller topped the charts — I have reflected on things . . . a little. And OK, maybe it really hasn’t been that long since I cut the grass.
And this (it has come out in recent Twitter shouts), I spent some formidable-type years living here with both my (never remarried) mother and my sister — three years younger than me. I mean – don’t know if I could even help it . . . Yep, pretty much in touch with my feminine side.
Maybe you know them. And while it works very well in my mom’s 1972 split-level, I have actually been paid (good money) to rip these things out and dispose of them. For my clients, a chute dumping into a finished area was too unsightly and impractical, even when dropping right from the master bedroom directly into the laundry room. The big issue being, of course, the receptacle — in one case, for the homeowner — a simple laundry basket.
I wonder (and I admit that I don’t really get out much); why don’t you see these things often? And sure, I know . . . the laundry room has progressively migrated to the upper floors of the modern house. For us, our laundry room has either been on the first floor, as it is now . . . or ooo lala (sp?), as with our last house – even located on the 2nd floor. Here it was near living quarters, near closets, and near where our clothes and other washables lived. A second floor laundry room makes perfect sense for anyone who has ever done, well . . . laundry.
But still, I always thought this thing was way cool. And as I watch my girls this week taking turns at each of the two stations, I think back 30 years or so . . . to q-time spent with my own little sis.
Station one — up top in the hall bath, and standing at the rounded and white portable to gravitation . . . Evyn holds the flap up and all echoy yells , You ready Eva?! ‘va ‘va. Eva’s response is filled with excitement . . . Yeah, Yeah – I’m ready! screaming louder than needed to reach back up from the basement just down below. (A classic delivery for a 5 year old, btw.)
And yes, for sure, back to my house in only one more small week — where my wife (never me) will haul our dirty laundry from the second to the first floor, or maybe into the basement (on heavy days) where the original washer/dryer combo still sits. Life — it is hard, I say sometimes, well, because there are a lot of stairs — and sometimes, you just need a visit (every now and then) to dear old mom’s.
Thanks for reading & BMoxie BMore!
More Moxie (Related Links):
Here is a couple links I dug up for laundry chute (actually truth: I just grabbed the first three articles that Google returned). Little unsurprised by the handful of references to them in forums:
The Natural Handyman: http://www.naturalhandyman.com/qa/qalaundrychute.html
This Old House: http://www.thisoldhouse.com/toh/article/0,,199015,00.html