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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Construction HQ represents the third house sold in this whole project, and it might be the easiest. Sure, I had a lot of help prepping it for the market (a huge thank-you to you-know-who-you-are), and I still have a window to replace and a bit of painting to do, but overall, it is a spit-and-polish done deal.

This morning I picked up the forms to complete the transaction -- $16 and change, and -- as the clerk noted -- no commission to boot.

Buyers accept the as-is condition so well I don't think they're going to do an inspection. If they do, it will be for informational/future renovation purposes only.

See, the third time really could be the charm.

Meanwhile, I still have plenty to do! The builder and I met this morning, almost delighting in the fact that the punchlist is now down to one page (albeit both sides of that page -- let's not get carried away). A couple of the more major items include replacement of the tower window, which has fogged up on account of a broken seal, and an interior sort of burn mark within the firebox of the Rais stove. Other than that, it's pretty much just paint touch-up.

Oh yes, and the cabinets. The cabinetmaker reports that he's added more artistic joinery to the tower shelves, so they will probably be even more beautiful than forecast. Even if delivered as late as possibly forecast!

In talking with the builder today, I finally got the chance to tell him what a first-rate crew he has -- every one of them capable, good-humored, and sweet. And also, in the words of the new neighbor, what a phat pad he created. We love living there.

In my morning walks to the coffee shop, I always make a point to walk by the architect's new project, a commercial building just a block away, and it is forever humming with activity. Yesterday, I heard the whir of the concrete trucks and saw them out waiting in line, ready to spill their churning contents of creamy cement. I can get pretty nostalgic about it! I loved the days of hubbub, when so much happened in just a shift, whether it was entire walls set in place, a roof overhead, or a beaming countertop.

I even loved the staccato of the hammers, punctuated by the guys' chatting over intermittent clinks of the toolbelts. Speaking of gear, monkey boy has kept me regularly stocked in Carhartts, one pair already so spattered with paint that I can't seem a poseur wearing them. Right? (Of course, they look cool.)

And in other happy news, I delivered all the financials to the accountant for tax time, and yay. If you look at the bare stats, a lot went on: two houses purchased, two houses built, and -- cross fingers -- three houses sold. I hope, though, it doesn't add up to much on the tax bill.

BTW, for those of you suggesting it, I will post final pictures, but I'm waiting to unearth the photo-transfer dealie that I need to upload them. Promise, and thank you for continuing to ask!

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