I’ve been looking at a lot of houses these past couple months.

On Thursday, while wandering through a pretty decent tri-level, I saw something unexpected in the dining room – a hole in the ceiling above the table.  And I don’t mean some nasty, haphazard, accidental hole.  This hole was large, perfectly rectangular, and even framed, complete with a couple bars of trim segmenting it like a window to the second story.

Why would there be a hole in the dining room ceiling?  Why would there be a hole in the floor upstairs?  What could be directly above this room that would possibly make that a desired feature?  I stepped closer to get a better look at what was in the room above.

Now, I’m going to be honest with you.  When I peered up through that hole, for one brief moment, sure as sure things, the following thought legitimately took residence my mind (a very tiny fraction of a second, mind you, but long enough to actively acknowledge myself actually, for realsies, having it):

Oh, what the f***, why is there an upside-down table hanging from the ceiling upstairs!?

But, you know, I was looking at a mirror.

Bene scribete.