Dad's bathroom vanity
Pretty cool... there's some space at the end of the vanity (but we're figuring dad might have some stuff to put in that corner).
Master bathroom
Wall to wall... nice big drawers... Lisa loves it.
The Boys' bathroom
Again, wall to wall... very nice.
The kitchen
looks good. For the first time, Lisa sees the kitchen cabinets (drawings just don't do it for her)... for the first time, we get to see what's REALLY in the cabinets (drawings and plans just don't seem to matter to Fred and [I'm assuming] Cathy and company): spice rack next to where the oven will be (NOT optimal, but at least we have a spice rack for the first time in either of our lives); roll-out shelves in the pantry (I think Lisa had resigned hershelf to shoving cans and boxes way back and forgetting them... I know I had); the "capping" cabinets at either end of the island (complete with glass doors [not yet ready]); and the trash thingee:
We leave and Lisa is happy.
NOTE: Need to write this, though Lisa will hate it, readers will be disturbed by it, and I just might regret it...
| OK, so you found this... good. I've fucking had it. I hate all of this. Hate the process. Hate the product. I feel like we've been pushed into decisions that I'm now fully regretting. I hate the color of the cabinets (I think they're too red, too dark, with implications on both the flooring and paint), hate the style (hate the fucking curves...). Hate the fact that NO ONE can seem to follow the freaking plans. The cabinets seem to negate the possibility of the hood vent... looks like all we'll be able to have is an under-the-cabinet style... which I (all together now) FUCKING HATE. Whatever. I'm done. I hate all this. Want nothing else to do with this. Over lunch I told Lisa I want to pick out the paint colors and then bail. I don't even want to go by the house until we're moving in. The whole concept just fucking sickens me. I'm done. FUCK IT. FUCK ALL OF THIS. |
oh never mind.
We get back to find an email from Cathy. She doesn't take credit cards. WTF? How the hell can a company NOT take credit cards? Un-freaking believable.
[as I've said before ... at least in my head... heh heh] I think I've had it. I told Lisa that I want to pick out colors, deliver that to Fred, and be done with this. Let her visit the site. Let her take pics. But I'll wait for move-in day to even go by the site anymore. I think I'm done.
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UPDATE (late at night):
I'm tired (fatigue, stress, changing of the clocks, think a head cold is coming around); Lisa's already asleep in bed. We went by tonight. Lisa likes what she sees, and she's harboring hope that all this means that we'll move in by the holidays. In her rose-colored vision, with the cabinets and vanities in, there's not all THAT much to do (flooring, painting, sinks/plumbing, etc). Of course, it's that etc that I'm worried about (the upstairs deck, the granite work, the gutters, the hot water heater; there's still the plumbing ... the inch line from the valve to the house, creation of attic access, shower enclosures)... but at this point, I don't want to say much, as it will only serve to make me seem more negative than I already am, and I know Lisa is very conscious of that now. I don't want her to get her hopes up, especially in the light of Fred's repeated warnings through the entire process that after the exterior is done (and it's close but not done QUITE yet), it will be the "longest two months" of our lives.
But here's hoping her rose-colored dreams come true, and my manure-colored nightmares do not...
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