I had an odd dream last night.  I was in a fabulous new home, I knew it was ours, but I wasn’t sure how we got it.  Did we win it, had someone given it to us, or did we have it built?  All I know is that in the dream, it was ours, brand new, and it was all on one floor. 

     The only problem was I wasn’t happy with the décor.  Some designer had gone overboard with it.  The whole dream probably came about because I fell asleep with the TV on TLC channel with the program “While You Were Out” playing and it steeped into my brain.  Either that or it was wishful thinking.

     You see, our home isn’t handicapped accessible.  It would be nice for Dear Hubby if it were.  How wonderful it would be only to have one floor.  When we bought this house, we had no idea we might need to be on only one floor someday.  Heck, when we bought the house it was supposed to be our starter home.

     We had plans to move one day but with job changes, lay offs, and his early disability retirement we’re stuck here.

     To make the best of it, I’ve been talking to the young men who live next door to us about building a deck out back that will have a ramp to the yard to make it easier for DH to get in and out of the house. 

     He’s still able to manage the steps but the time will come where we’ll need the ramps.  Our stairs to the second floor are steep and some day we’ll have to put a stair climber in for him too.  However, for now we’ll make do with what we have.