Had not heard from our illustrious counter top folks in a while. Counter tops were promised on Friday (tomorrow as I muse). So, fearing the worst, I called.
It was kind of like the sketchy guy at the laundromat who knows me by name. Not as nice as Cheers where everybody knows your name, but it's the barrio and we adapt. Anyway, I announce myself. I am immediately known. I fear the worst.
No, she just remembers our plight. This is the lady who has seen customer and service in the same sentence. I've become convinced she is a force for good. She looks-up our status. I fear the worst.
We're good to go. Supposed to be here early in the 08.00 to Noon window. Even the cable guy can work with a more narrow window... So, tomorrow it is and we see how it goes. I fear the worst.
Meanwhile, the Quail Manor is abuzz with activity. T2P continues to paint, and caulk. He's basically done. Just dealing with collateral damage. Some from found problems, some willful as we enhance the Quail Manor details that no one but your musist and perhaps CtC will ever notice, and some are just shit happens. All of that seems to end-up as stuff for the painter to do. T2P accepts this as the painter lot and soldiers on. Besides, Rush has more to rant about on the radio that is always on in the background as T2P does his thing. Now I like a good rant. I am truly in awe of the energy is must take for Rush to rant for four hours every day. He's a real treasure...
Don't think I've mused about the radio. If T2P is paint'n, the radio is on. No music comes out of this radio, just pissed off conservative talk. T2P mentioned it only gets one station. Not sure if that is the result of something broken, or his choice... In any event, this is an heirloom radio. Pretty sure it contains transistors, but they are low serial numbers. Won't stand on its own any more. T2P leans it up against something. The antenna is broken off and at an odd angle. To improve signal strength, turn the radio. If the radio could get a word in edgewise between Rush rants, I bet it has stories to tell...
T2P is effectively finished except for the final touch-ups and last coat of paint on the front and back doors. Will do those after everything is done and everyone has moved onto the next project.
Continuing to march through the punch list. Stuff keeps getting done. More, but more minor stuff gets added to the list.
We finally got the exhaust fan in the kitchen hung. Quite an adventure. The instructions said install base, hang fan, here is a picture of kind of what it will look like when done. Needed just a bit more detail.
As all proper things, took three tries. All at about 11 feet above the kitchen peninsula (that frequent readers may recall has no freaking counter top). Dealing with plumb and square on a sloping ceiling while guessing where the cook top will actually be. Came to find out there are two stainless steel screws that attach the top of the stainless cover to the mount at the ceiling. No mention and no picture. And, the mount is buried in the drywall, 11 feet up. We (CtC) build a scaffolding, dig out the mount (that was installed like 4 months ago), lower the blocking, and reattach the mount. Repeat until done.
We get everything hung. The motor (and all the weight) are on what I will call the left side. The structure that hangs from the ceiling is on the right side. So, there is a bit of a bending moment (non-engineers, ask an engineer) so no way is this thing ever going to hang level. A few things are tried when CtC thinks of the roll of "plumber's tape" on his truck. I had to ask what plumber's tape was too. Knew the stuff, but not the name. He strings a piece from the motor side all the way up the the mounting bracket in the ceiling I step back for a long leveling exercise. He screws it in, it's perfect. I tell him to step away from that drill, you can't make it better. We did add a second piece for redundancy. It's an engineering thing...
But finally hung and looks great. Sweetie swooned. She had been out building (AGAIN) concrete steps while we menfolk were in hanging exhaust fans so she could cook us grub at some future time. We (CtC) need to finish the trim where the stainless steel disappears into the ceiling. CtC and I were bickering over trim design when Jake, the architect, arrived to marvel at his creation.
Told Jake, the architect, we bask in his reflected glory. In Denver, we bask in Mike, the Landscape Architect/Designer's, reflected glory. At the Quail Manor it is Jake's. And told him that every, and I mean every, single contractor that comes in here marvels at his creation. Even the cable guy the other day. Frequent readers may recall I had to flog the cable guy to do his job, turns out he is a bit afraid to climb the pole. He called his boss. The boss came over. While telling him to man-up and chasing him up the pole to do his f'ing job, turns to me and says "Nice house." We do the duty tour. Jake, the architect, being the business man suggests he should have left a pile of business cards. Little late for that, but probably good idea!
So Jake, the architect, interrupts the bickering about exhaust hood trim. "Be cool to celebrate the joint (Jake talks like an architect). What if we (it is his creation, but he meant CtC like I do when I say we) used some of the grey trim from the kitchen." Of course, he's right. We used all the trim, so to implement his idea I of course have to order a length. CtC is going to be up Tempe way so will pick it up personally at our "local" IKEA.
As Jake, the architect, continues his tour. He enters the pergola. I think the pergola deserves to be a proper noun. Henceforth, The Pergola. He gazes upon the evolving landscape. "Who did your design". Jake wants a name for his memory banks. Ann, demurely, says it was she and Dan. Jake files that away...
He took a whole bunch of pictures and will send a link. He knows what he is doing so his pictures are actually useful.
DTW is also Dave the Concrete Guy. The cistern will sit dangerously close to the grate in the back wall where rainwater run-off will come (presumably) angrily spilling into the dry wash. We're worried about erosion. So putting 2 and 2 together. DTW, in his Concrete Guy persona, built a very cool curb (if a 24 inch high concrete wall that is full of rebar can be called a curb) to divert the water coming through the grate more directly into the dry wash. Some day we may have a cistern. Not sure what the problem is, but it's arrival remains indeterminate.
Here are pictures.
The termite guy was here. Forgot he was coming. So, SWITBO worked with him to place the traps. There is some controversy about whether the trap approach works. Somehow there is a food source inside. The termite workers take the food back to the hive, or whatever termites live in. They all eat it and die. As I understand it is a terrible death. The food prevents them from shedding their skin, which apparently they do quite often as they grow. Eventually they are crushed inside their own skin. Seems pretty horrible, but worth a shot. Anyway, these traps get placed in the ground and covered up.
Ann took lots of location pictures. In the first one you see the back garage door, the termite trap (the green thing), and your musist fixing the irrigation and low voltage lighting lines that were indiscriminately torn apart by the trench digger used by the rain water harvesting guys. Frequent readers will note I have abandoned the sombrero for a baseball cap, turned backwards in this shot since the sun was bearing down on the back of my neck at the time. Technically the sombrero rotted away and became more of a sombrero brim. I now understand from my construction brethren that the purchase of a sombrero is an annual event.