There is a place in every home that is special, in my house it's the crawl space. In fact that's where I am now. It's really a safe place despite the possible asbestos, 12 inch clearance, broken shards of glass and rusty steel. All I needed was a really long extension cord and ahhh a happy place. Why am I happy in this dusty universe, because I guarantee no one is coming in here to get me. Certainly not my wife and Mr John K. Rupp carpenter extraordinaire is too "husky" to crawl in after me. The first day I went into this black hole he gave me a military folding shovel and a flashlight and asked me to get in there and find charlie.... I mean the bathroom cold water pipe. I was perplexed as to why I wasn't issued a side arm as well, but thought better of a long discussion. After digging through 20 feet of dirt, debris and injuring my rotator cuff I found it. Not the pipe, but nirvana. I realized when my father-in-law asked me how it was going I could reply, "still digging". All the while I could relax in casket like comfort. Who knew?
I will have to say you can learn a lot about a house in here. View structures not seen since the flooring was laid. All this house's faults and victories are under here and so are mine. Come in and join me. Bring beer please.
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