Granite

Dad came by around 10 (before picking up Jack... his Wednesday ritual), after cruising by the house--there was no one there and the gate was locked. Not a shocker to me... I figured that the work wouldn't start at the house until around noon when the granite guys start up. But within thirty minutes, a call from Fred told us why: Josef (the worker who has in recent weeks took the lead on our project) lost his sister unexpectedly last night. Fred said that Josef would be out of commission for at least a week, and that he was lining up a replacement. I told him not to worry and to send Josef our best. He said, too, that the granite guys were on their way.

Around one, Lisa called; she was heading back from lunch and wanted to know if I had been by the house yet. She had just left the house and said that what she saw of the granite was great.

Around three-thirty, Fred called. The granite guys needed our input on where to put the faucets. As I was going to meet Dad and Jack at the house around four, this was good timing. I called Lisa (who was in meetings all day) and pulled her away to come and help. When I got there, Dad and Jack were already there, and Lisa was pulling up.

I had the camera, but the batteries died (so pictures will have to wait until tomorrow), but the granite does look great. Nice big backsplashes in the kitchen. The bathrooms look great... the green and large pockets of color are nice.

It all looks great. Except for one thing: the bar of the island is straight. It's not curved. This is fucking ridiculous. It's supposed to be curved. That's the whole point of the island's bar. breathe Fuck it. It's the only reason why I relented on the style of the cabinets to have their fucking curve... which I hate. And now breathe without the curve of the bar there is ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING REASON ON THIS GOD-FORSAKEN PLANET that there should be a curve on the cabinets. Christ, can NO ONE FOLLOW THE FUCKING PLANS???!!!

Whatever. Dad says to think of the straight edge as "my idea" instead of theirs. Whatever. Just get me back in my house, and let the healthy side of my psyche (you're still there, aren't you, Billy Bob?) repress this whole freaking adventure forever.

Whatever.

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UPDATE (the next morning):

On my way back front the cavities, I dropped by the house and took some pics:

The kitchen granite:









[notice that straight edge... sigh]

The downstairs bath:

[check out that ADA Todo toilet in the background!]

The master bath:


The upstairs bath:

[again, toilet in the background]

The family room in morning light:


And the door handles have been installed

as well as door moldings


And the dishwasher has been delivered...