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  1. I despise basements. While growing up we lived in trailers, so no basements to deal with. My first near experience with a basement was when we moved into our first house. I was twelve. One of the bedrooms was reached by taking two steps down off the kitchen then passing by the furnace room door (which was kept open) to enter the bedroom proper. The furnace room was creepy. I still have the occasional nightmare about that furnace room. And I’m now sixty-seven!

    Our second house had an unfinished basement. Lots of dirt floor, chunks of concrete and small claustrophobic spaces leading one into the next etc. Plus, low ceilings. Again, creepy. My current home, where I have lived for the past 43 years has a semi-finished basement. Concrete flooring and walls, a built-in shelf that goes all around the room and wood beams. It houses the furnace, a big fuel oil tank, water softener, several hundred plant pots, and every other unused item that anyone in the family decided to stuff down there. The stairs are open at the back, which I hate, and the stair rail is a made of metal pipe that has too much give to it. And did I mention that this is an old farmhouse that is in excess of 130 years old? The house is in great shape. Renovations and all that, but that basement. No, no, no. Another losing proposition for me. Especially as there is usually a spider or two lurking around and I have a deep abiding un-fondness for spiders. I try not to kill them. In all cases possible, I trap them in a clear plastic box that formerly housed a beanie baby, lol, and reintroduce them to the wild.

    When it comes to basements, I am in complete accord with Vic, who, by the way, is my hero. As a show of solidarity, I have my “cripes” mug sitting on my desk.

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