It has been two weeks since I visited my house. Imagine how pleased I was when I drove past the house next to mine, the one that started construction a year after Brokeback Manor, and saw it was a beehive of activity. It is much closer to the final stage of completion than Brokeback Manor. One could hardly call Mitch with his crew of one a beehive. They have all the activity of a Buddhist monastery.
I have decreed that November 1st will be my move-in day, November 1st of the year 2010. I have sent a letter to contractor Mitch that advising him of this. He must have the house prepared to be lived in. Anything not finished will be discussed at that time. This is the new Paul talking-the tough, no nonsense, make-my-day version of Paul. "Read my lips; this year Thanksgiving will be served at Brokeback Manor."
Not a lot of newness in the house except for a few items. The Interieurs outdoor wall sconces are up, not working, but at least up. The HenryBuilt kitchen cabinets are delivered, not installed but delivered. The guest bathrooms have their Artistic Tile porcelain tiles installed, not grouted but tiled. How pathetically happy I was just to see these few advances. This elated state lasted until my drive home when I began to think of how much time has elapsed since I started this project. By the time I hit the Hudson Bridge I was thinking of revenge, but any contract taken out on Mitch would only delay the project that much more. Gotta keep cool.