Many of you know that we recently moved into a quirky rental house. The longer we live here the more we notice the little things that are just a bit off about it. I think the house has gone through many incarnations and reflects a little something from each change it's been through. The floors aren't entirely level, the walls play fast and loose with the notion of a straight line. Really I don't mind, it kind of reflects what type of gal I am. I respect a good guesstimate (estimate+ guess= guesstimate) and clearly many of them have been employed in the creation of our humble abode.
The other day I was returning from a walk when I took a look at our roof. I noticed that there was a chimney right on top. What?! There is no fireplace in my house, not even the remnants of a fireplace. How could that be? I went inside and took a look around, secretly hoping that somewhere, somehow I had missed a room with a warm cozy fireplace. Not that I want to start a fire right now, it's crazy hot, but it would be nice this winter. I tried to look in the general location below the chimney. I looked in closets and cupboards. I searched the ceiling for some sign that there had once been bricks. Alas, I couldn't find the secret room with the fireplace.
I mentioned the chimney to Eric and he had to commence his own search as well. I guess it's just human nature. Anyway, neither of us could find any indication that there had ever been a fireplace in this house. So, either the house has just been totally gutted and refurbished or there is a tiny fireplace in the attic. We're not allowed in the crawlspace attic and I don't think we'd want to go in there anyway. So, this winter you'd better believe I will be looking for any telltale smoke coming from that chimney. If I see it I will know without a doubt that there is a gang of squirrels living in the attic using a charming little fireplace.