Stairs are for the lesser mortals

Cheers to the Cowgirl. She is a champ about practicing her piano. We never have to ask her. This morning she was playing and I opened the door to the basement to hear her better.

What I found was this:

 Don't know how long she'd been there. Not sure I want to know. I just looked at her and said, "Whattcha doin'?"
Giggle, giggle.  "Listening."
Maybe it improves acoustics. If I ever try it, I'll let you know. Right after I get home from the ER, repair the wall and hang the handrail back up.