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title: 'Monday Morning Condo Blogging, vol. 8: Fall Break Edition'
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date: '2004-10-18T10:03:22-04:00'
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permalink: /monday-morning-condo-blogging-vol-8-fall-break-edition/
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tags:
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- condo
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This past week we experienced three major developments in the land of condo construction. First, of course, the officially sanctioned walk-through with the construction manager; I’d expected all to be pretty much as I’d left it three days before, but things were, instead, terrifically spiffed-up. The wallboard job had been completed, and they’d begun finishing off the corners, which made things look less like a construction site and more like a room in the making:
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<img src="img/lr.jpg" alt="a living room in process">
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The real beauty of this trip was that, instead of the overcast skies that covered our tracks during our earlier [covert penetration](/monday_morning_condo_blogging_vol_7_inside_edition/), it was gloriously sunny out, and so I got a little bit of a sense of the light streaming through all those windows.
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<img src="img/dr.jpg" alt="a dining room in process">
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Because I’m a little slow, it took me a few minutes to realize that one of the reasons the place looked so great was that it had been cleaned up a bit in advance of my arrival. Witness the kitchen, which was pretty much cleaner than the kitchen of the place I now live in:
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<img src="img/kitchen2.jpg" alt="a kitchen in process">
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So where do you hide the dirt when there are no rugs to sweep it under and no closet doors behind which it can be concealed? On the balcony:
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<img src="img/balcony.jpg" alt="a balcony piled with junk">
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Over the pile of crap on the balcony, though, one could begin to get a sense of the view; directly across the street from me is the City Yard (that’s what everybody calls it; if it’s got a more particular name, nobody’s letting on), which is going to be cleared out in the next couple of months in order to make way for Phase 2 of Village Walk, which will include a few more buildings’ worth of townhouses and some single-family homes. Nothing going in across the street should be taller than two stories, though, so my view of the mountains should, with any luck, remain at least partially intact.
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Oddly, the best view of the mountains currently available is from the window of the master bedroom closet:
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<img src="img/view.jpg" alt="the mountains through a window">
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Anyhow, it was a lovely and worthwhile walk-through; I got to make sure that all the electrical outlets were where I expected them to be, and finally got a sense of the rooms as rooms.
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That same day, R. and I drove down to Anaheim to visit the granite yard. Now, I had entirely the wrong idea about what this trip to the granite yard would entail. I imagined trudging through the hot, dusty afternoon, surrounded by big piles of stone from which I would carefully select.
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<img src="img/graniteyard.jpg" alt="a granite warehouse through a window">
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Instead, the place was much, much cleaner, and far more *inside* than I expected it to be. The young woman who helped us–imagine a younger, shorter Tina Fey–asked us to wait a few minutes while she went to get a forklift, and then disappeared into the warehouse. I now crave an excuse to say that to someone–“Wait here while I get a forklift.”
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Anyhow, Tina pulled out three slabs of granite, from which I was assuming I would select. Instead, these were my three slabs, from which, pending my approval, the three sections of my countertop will be cut.
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<img src="img/ubatuba2.jpg" alt="granite slabs">
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The granite we’ve selected was, in the sample, mostly black with some lighter green and gold flecking; in actuality, it’s a fair bit lighter than that, but in a good way. As Tina told us, “it’s coming out of the mountain pretty green.” And that just seems a bit hard to argue with; anything that comes out of the mountain ought, be definition, to be good.
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<img src="img/ubatuba1.jpg" alt="a closeup of green and black granite">
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The color, incidentally, is called Ubatuba. Which I half selected just because I like saying it.
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Oh, yes, and the third development? Earlier that day, while on the walkthrough with the construction manager, I found out that there’s not a chance the place is going to be ready before February. Which leads me to suspect that the weekly condo-blogging may have to become bi-weekly, or even monthly, if the pictures are going to reveal any progress whatsoever.
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