Every once in a while I hear a strange sound in my basement. It’s not a scary or mysterious sound. The sound is soft and feathery. It’s the sound plaster pieces make as they shiver off the old painted walls. I take comfort in the fact that it’s the sound of gradual decline rather than of imminent decay, but nonetheless, it’s not a sound I relish. Shhhvvvrr. Plop. Silence. Shiivvvr. Plop. Silence.
Part of me thinks that I may need to paint the basement walls.
Part of me thinks that’s a big NO. Which in my book means Next Owner.
Plus, I’m hardly ever down there except for doing laundry, gathering TP supplies, or wringing out the carpets. Where does a homeowner draw the line between routine house maintenance and Big Expensive Projects? How do you know when you need to tackle a project and what you can safely ignore? These are the things I’m pondering this cold rainy night at the end of November.