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Today our house was the epicenter of a hotbed of activity. The workmen (Izet, the foreman, and his various soft-spoken assistants) were working on plumbing and electric; the granite man, Avto (his real name is something long and full of consonants in interesting places, but I haven't been able to figure out how to pronounce it properly, and everyone calls him Avto anyway) came early, picked up our chosen granite sample, and went off to buy great sheets of the stuff and return to cut it. In our garage. The resulting noise was fierce (poor Emily was beside her doggy self, particularly because they had the garage door and the door to the garage open to improve the light, and so she had to be confined to a room so that she didn't run out into the street and die horribly) and the resulting granite dust was everywhere. My hair feels gritty. My teeth itch.
Anyway: OLD TRUISM: Measure twice, cut once.
Alas for Avto, who has learned the hard way that 1) one should always check the manufacturer's template against the actual sink hole (template provided for a hole a good half inch larger than the undermount sink) and; 2) on second attempt, one should assure that the orientation of the sink hole matches the orientation of the sink, relative to the front of the slab o' granite.
In the wake of the first misadventure, after consultation with our contractor, Avto went out and bought a new slab of granite on the contractor's dime (or some portion of the contractor's dime). After the second misadventure, I think he had to eat the cost of a third slab of granite himself. Ow.
Meanwhile, the cabinets are in place. The sink is installed and looks gorgeous. The faucet waits for the granite, of course. We bought the flooring (Australian cypress) today. The house is dusty and in utter chaos, but things are beginning to take shape. It's really kind of cool, in a totally crazed way.
Tomorrow, of course, is all about packing up everything in the sunroom so that the workmen can start tearing up the floor in there (it adjoins the kitchen, and we decided to replace the ugly lame linoleum in both rooms at the same time) on Monday. Oh, and packing Sarcasm Girl for her flight to Paris on Monday. God, we are layabouts.
Anyway: OLD TRUISM: Measure twice, cut once.
Alas for Avto, who has learned the hard way that 1) one should always check the manufacturer's template against the actual sink hole (template provided for a hole a good half inch larger than the undermount sink) and; 2) on second attempt, one should assure that the orientation of the sink hole matches the orientation of the sink, relative to the front of the slab o' granite.
In the wake of the first misadventure, after consultation with our contractor, Avto went out and bought a new slab of granite on the contractor's dime (or some portion of the contractor's dime). After the second misadventure, I think he had to eat the cost of a third slab of granite himself. Ow.
Meanwhile, the cabinets are in place. The sink is installed and looks gorgeous. The faucet waits for the granite, of course. We bought the flooring (Australian cypress) today. The house is dusty and in utter chaos, but things are beginning to take shape. It's really kind of cool, in a totally crazed way.
Tomorrow, of course, is all about packing up everything in the sunroom so that the workmen can start tearing up the floor in there (it adjoins the kitchen, and we decided to replace the ugly lame linoleum in both rooms at the same time) on Monday. Oh, and packing Sarcasm Girl for her flight to Paris on Monday. God, we are layabouts.