Tag Archives: Heading to Heath

Some More of the Moving to Heath Story

The View That Started It All

The View That Started It All

AT HOME IN HEATH: SOME MORE MOVING STORIES

Let’s see now, where were we? Oh yes, we’d just put out the fire and the movers were beginning to unload the truck.

Interior Traffic Jams

One crisis was resolved, but the last time I’d been in the house, the painters were draped over the stairwell.  So, I went back in to make sure they’d gotten out of the way.  The good news is they weren’t in the stairwell anymore.  The bad news?  They were in the Master Suite, blocking the way to the closet.

Of course, the movers were right behind me with a chest which needed to go into our closet.  The movers and painters engaged in a high energy conversation.  The discussion was in Spanish, a language I don’t understand, but I think the painters won, because they stayed in our way the rest of the day.  The painters were busy touching up trim work which the movers would bump with every trip through the house.  It was a very long day.

Along the way, the movers said our second load would have to be delayed until the following day.  This really wasn’t the end of the world, but in my mind I kept trying to remember what was left behind and what I’d need to compensate for before the day is over.  I knew the frig was still back at the rent house, but I wasn’t sure whether they’d gotten our bed or not – and if they did, did they get all of it or only the mattresses.

Welcome Wagon

Our first official visitors were Pete and Sherry,  the couple which is building next door to us.  Bless their hearts they showed up with a box full of delicious snacks.  After thanking them profusely, I took the box inside and inventoried it – cheeses, sausage, crackers and wine.  What a wonderful survival kit!  I lamented the fire anew, because I wouldn’t be able to keep the cheese and sausage cold.  I didn’t think anything in our delicious gift would spoil, but I assumed we’d have some pretty soggy cheese.

When I returned to the garage, Bill had another visitor, Aaron, the builders rep.  Seems as if in the hurry to get our house habitable, he’d failed to bill us for the final payment and had come amid the chaos to pick up a check.  After Bill got up off the floor from his hysterical laughter, he let Aaron know there would be no check that day.  Not that we had a problem with paying what we owed, we just weren’t sure where our checkbooks were right that minute.

Getting Serious About Unloading

Bill told me to stay in the garage and direct the movers.  I’d already tagged everything, so I would have preferred to be at the other end making sure they actually put things where I wanted them to go.  I’d been through this before, but on moving day, Bill is in charge, so I did as I was told.  Suddenly the movers announced another truck was on the way to the rent house.  One of us had to go to meet it.  Bill decided I could finish the unloading and he’d take care of the other end.

The guys at my end finished up before the second load arrived and the painters decided their day was over.  The bed had been in the first load and I’d carried the linens for it in my car, so I made up the bed.  I looked around and realized I was home.

There were probably a million things I could have done just then, but instead I went out to our patio to take in the view – which had been the impetus for all this house building and moving just about a year ago.  Our outdoor furniture was in place, but I had no idea where the cushions were.  Nonetheless, I sat down and took in the view.

The second load was about to arrive.  Come back next week and find out what happened then!

 

Leave a comment

Filed under DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Road Trips, TRAVEL

I’ve Seen Fire and I’ve Seen Rain

Moving Day

Yes, that is a fire extinguisher next to our moving van!

AT HOME IN HEATH: THE FIRE AND RAIN MOVE

Well, I’m not heading to Heath any longer – I’m here!

It’s been almost a month since my last post and what a month it was.  The last thing all you guys knew about was our battle over granite.  Oh, that granite was our only headache!

The Last Month of the Build

The last month of the build was pure torture and moving in was even crazier.  See, the whole idea of custom is something our builders are are still getting used to – and to say Bill was something of a challenge for them is a bit of an understatement.  However, now that they’re (almost) through with our house, they’re about to bust their buttons with pride.  They want to send in a crew to photograph the house.

I’ll spare you the final headaches of the build, because it would be traumatic for me to re-live the installation of the staircase or talk about the day I discovered a workman left greasy kernels of popcorn on our unsealed marble counter-tops.  I will however share a little of the “fun” we had on moving day.

This Will Be the Day

Bill decided he was ready to move in and he felt someone needed to light a fire under the builders.  So he picked a day in April, told them that’s when we were moving in and started counting the days down for them.  Every morning they’d get an email from him with the countdown in the subject bar and a list of what still needed to be done:  Nineteen Days Until Move In, Eighteen Days Until Move In, Seventeen Days… Well, you get the picture.

The ploy worked to a certain extent.  We didn’t get in on the day Bill picked out, but we did make it a few days later.  We had to get a variance from the city, because our yard wasn’t in yet, but they gave us a certificate of occupancy about two minutes before the moving van arrived.

Moving Day

Moving day started out really well.  Everything was all packed and ready to go.  We already knew it would take two loads, but the movers were there on time and we figured we’d get it all done by sunset.  We could have chosen to be discouraged by the sprinkles of rain, but we were moving into our dream house on the pond.  Bill, especially, was euphoric as we headed to Heath with the first load.  I was in my car with the dog and Bill was in his with the cat.  The Sadeks were moving to Heath.

I beat Bill to the new house by a few moments and discovered there were painters inside.  They were spread out all over the stairwell that had just been finished.  I explained they had to get out of the way because the moving van was on the way.  Bill had warned them for days of the pending move, but they acted like it was the first they’d ever heard of it.

I heard the sound of a straining engine and went back outside.  The movers were backing their truck up our drive.  It’s a pretty steep driveway so they were really giving it the gas.  Bill stood in the garage watching the proceedings and I went to stand next to him.

Suddenly there was smoke coming out from under their truck.  Then sparks appeared in the smoke.  Within seconds there were flames.  Bill ran towards the truck yelling, “Fire! Fire!”  The movers jumped out of the truck like rats leaving a sinking ship.

So, there we were.  Most of our earthly goods sat in a trailer behind the burning truck, right next to my brand new house which had cost more blood, sweat and tears than we ever counted on.  Bill and I both had a moment where we imagined gazing into the burned out shell of our new home.

Sometime Minor Miracles are Pretty Major

Here’s how I know God is always watching out for me.  For days, whenever Bill came to the build he’d bring a carload of stuff.  So the middle of the garage sat a pile of boxes.  Bill and I both knew there was a fire extinguisher somewhere in the pile, thankfully not in the boxes, but among them.  We both dove for the pile and started throwing boxes to find extinguisher.

Bill grabbed it and yelled, “Call 9-1-1!”  I started fishing for my phone and tried to dial 9-1-1, but before I could make the connection, Bill had ripped the pin out of the fire extinguisher and tossed it to one of the movers, who directed at the flames.  The crisis was over.  Only seconds had passed since the smoke appeared, but I felt like I had run a marathon in the meantime.

How did the rest of the day go?  Come back next week and I’ll tell you!

2 Comments

Filed under DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Road Trips, TRAVEL

Taking Granite for Granted – Lesson Six

Here’s your bullnose menu!

HEADING TO HEATH:TAKING GRANITE FOR GRANTED – LESSON 6

Or…Is Your Bullnose Full of Granite Dust?

Long story short, MaryCarmen and the guys at Texas Granite got our kitchen and laundry room counter tops installed and it looks great.  Not that there weren’t a few hiccups along the way.  Take our kitchen sink for instance.  They assumed we were installing a stainless steel sink.  They just about had a cow when they discovered it was a porcelain sink instead.

But What About the Other Counter Tops?

Yes, all this granite hysteria has been focused on the granite in the kitchen and laundry room, because that’s where the current state of granite selection got us into trouble.  What about that Carrera marble in the master bath and the counter tops in the Jack and Jill bathrooms?  Well, our builder’s granite guy, Jaimie, is supposed to be working on that.  Only Jaimie has been so busy he hasn’t been losing any sleep over us at all.  The only reason Texas Granite installed our kitchen was because we couldn’t get in touch with Jaimie while we were trying to re-select our kitchen tile.  When we finally found a slab we could love, we had to book it and Jaimie was incommunicado.

Still we needed him to get the other counter tops in, so we started nagging him and the builder for an install date.  That turned into a very cold visit to the fabricators workshop to look at his Carrera.  According to him, one Carrera looks pretty much like the other – right?  Not right!!  We stuck with the Carrera we’d already picked out (even if it did mean we’d have to wait for him to go pick it up), chose a remnant for the Jack and Jill bath and reminded him that he had the green marble top to one of our vanities.  He wasn’t happy with our decision, but we weren’t happy with his Carrera either.

Is that Bullnose, Full Bullnose or Half Bullnose?

We left Jaimie’s workshop discussing what we could attempt to get done without the granite in place, because we were beginning to doubt we’d see an installation date anytime soon.  The weather was still awful and we were also fighting the tile installers to do their job.  Would we ever move to Heath?

Then a few days later, on a Saturday morning, Jaimie calls to ask us a question, “Do you want a flat edge or bullnose?”  For us that seemed like an easy answer – bullnose, of course!  A few minutes later he calls to complain that he couldn’t install the Carrera because the finish carpenter had failed to install the proper supports for the marble.  It’s always something.

So, Bill and I made a trip to Heath.  Bill wanted to finish what the carpenter failed to do, so the marble could be installed.  He was also going to work on the faux Wedgewood fireplace mantel we dreamed up on our own.  It is a project far outside anything Whittle and Johnson Custom Homes ever attempted, so that left it up to us.  My job was to dust off our cabinets and granite, and then cover them with plastic drop cloths.  I know all this sounds like things our builder should have been doing, but explaining why would take more time than I have right now.

Dusting and sweeping has never been so much fun.  Bill dug into his tasks and I went about mine.  If either of us discovered something new had been completed, we’d announce it with great joy.  I confess, it was great to spend time in our new home, even if the floor is concrete, the paint is only about half done and the yard is a quagmire.

Eventually, Bill came upstairs to see the items I’d been crowing about.  He wasn’t as excited as I’d been.  In placing the granite in the Jack and Jill bath, Jaimie had taken a chunk out of one of the walls.  He’d also finished the edges with half bullnose – not full bullnose as we’d anticipated.  We marked it up to Murphy’s law, because everything that could go wrong certainly was.

Come Again?

So here’s today’s lesson.  A bullnose is a bullnose is a bullnose, unless you are talking about granite and then a bullnose is a half bullnose.  Got that.  At least that’s the message we got from our builder.  Looking at the illustration above, I’m thinking a bullnose must be more like a demi-bullnose, because that’s sort of what our bullnose looks like.  If you’re confused, imagine how we feel.  And for some reason, the builder is going to call us back to tell us how much more it will cost to get what we thought we were asking for in the first place.

We’re never going to build a house again!  Ever!!  We promise.  I’m not sure whether there will be any more granite lessons or not.  It depends on whether we ever get our marble installed in the master bath.  Who knows what we’ll learn if it does?  But do come back next week, I’m sure I’ll have some more adventures in building to share.

2 Comments

Filed under Architecture, ART, DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Road Trips, Shopping, TRAVEL

Taking Granite for Granted – Lesson Five

HEADING TO HEATH: TAKING GRANITE FOR GRANTED – LESSON FIVE

Almost Paradise

The granite situation had been so dire, I’d postponed my hair appointment.  Now I don’t get my hair done every week like my mom used to.  For her it was a  Friday morning thing she did come hell or high water.  I’m not kidding about the high water part, but hell might have at least made her reschedule for later in the day. I go about once every six weeks and the last three days of that six weeks are painful, but for once I moved the appointment.

It was only a one day postponement.  I decided the appointment would become the first thing on a long list of things I’d been putting off.  Not hard things, not frivolous things, just things like taking the dry cleaning and using a good coupon or two.  Bill added an item or two to the list, like checking on the house.

Not Quite Paradise

I soon figured out that while I was getting the hair on my head sorted out, the granite picture had skewed once more.  I started getting calls from Bill that were quite unpleasant.  After the granite people measured the cabinets, Bill went to their office to approve the overlay for cutting the granite.  Unfortunately, MaryCarmen had been wrong.  After they measured everything was not OK.  The price had changed.  There was a little bit for this and a little bit for that and all of a sudden the granite was out of our budget AGAIN!

To the Slab Yards Again!

The next day we were back at the slab yards.  This time we didn’t even go to IMC.  We just parked at Levantina.  We’d seen a few slabs there we could afford, even if we didn’t love them.  Bill liked one called Black Magma better than I did, but we were pretty desperate.

Here’s the thing with Bill.  It’s not enough for him to observe that something is wrong.  He has an insatiable desire to fix it.  Since we’d been earnestly shopping for granite for months with no success, there was obviously something seriously wrong with the system.  He’d been trying to fix it ever since MSI wouldn’t give him even a hint of what he might be able to afford. At Levantina he finally found someone who was willing to talk to him about it – John Mitchell the GM.  John completely agreed with Bill about everything that’s wrong with the system.  Along the way, we got an education in the slab business, most of which we’d already earned on our on, but we didn’t find any granite.

After our re-education, we got serious about the Black Magma, but wouldn’t you know it, it was on reserve!  Completely frantic, we started visiting everything that even looked like it had granite.  It was late on a Friday but we were desperate.  We’re talking a converted car repair shop on Harry Hines where they had a few slabs.  A floor shop on I-35 with a few slabs out back.  Some places we just scoped out for a closer look on Saturday.  Others we went in just to cross them off our list.

Come Saturday Morning

We woke up determined to find a slab no matter what!  We went back to the Levantina area and visited some of the smaller players in the area.  Louisiana Stone: Lots of slabs displayed willy nilly in the library style, nothing to give a hint of the price.  We marked it off the list.  Lackstone:  smaller collection, but displayed beautifully.  We found a contender called San Luiz, but our fabricator couldn’t give us a price.  EXPO Stones:  Lots of selection, but nothing anywhere as pretty as other things we’d loved.

We went to Lackstone to give the San Luiz another look.  Then we sat in the car trying to decide whether we should reserve it or not.  That’s when the phone rang.  An ecstatic MaryCarmen called to let us know “for this moment only”they were willing to mark down the granite to meet our budget.  Bill wouldn’t give her an answer.  He hung up and we pow-wowed.  Verona – nothing.  IMC – nothing.  MSI – never again.  Levantina – reserved and I wasn’t crazy about it.  Lousiana Stone – nothing.  EXPO – nothing.

Who were we kidding?  We went back to MaryCarmen and took her up on her offer.  Were we through?  Look into my eyes!  I am honest and Lesson Six is coming!

Leave a comment

Filed under Architecture, ART, Decorative Arts, DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Shopping, TRAVEL

Taking Granite for Granted – Lesson Four

HEADING TO HEATH:TAKING GRANITE FOR GRANTED – LESSON 4

How Much Did You Say?

You’ve only been waiting for a week, but we waited several weeks before hearing exactly how much our granite would cost.  When we did we couldn’t believe it.  At first, our contractor assumed someone had measured wrong.  But no, the ridiculous number the fabricator quoted was actually what he expected for us to pay.

Now the kitchen wasn’t the only slab we were dealing with.  When we picked out the Blue Fire, we’d picked out Carrera marble for the master bath.  We’d gone through several surfaces in the Jack and Jill baths, but pretty much landed on some remnants of something we saw at our fabricators.  Thankfully, in the other places with counters, we were using furniture with the top already attached.When we discovered that Blue Fire was completely out of our reach it was back to the granite slab yards.

Back to the Yards

I’ve got to tell you that inventory or no inventory, Verona has been the nicest most cooperative slab dealer we’ve dealt with.  Unfortunately, another visit didn’t turn up anything we hadn’t already seen and rejected.  They had something they were calling Lapidus in the Value aisle, but it didn’t approach the Lapidus Juniperious we’d seen the first time we were there.  We almost settled for Golden Crystal, but it was all reserved.

IMC didn’t take long.  Now that we knew H meant TOO HIGH for us, all it took was one walk-through to figure out that L meant LOATHSOME and M stood for MEDIOCRE.  So we went back to Levantina.

After not finding exactly what we wanted there, we decided to visit a granite fabricator we’d talked to during a remodel we were working on.  The skies opened and a light shown on a gorgeous piece of Lapidus Granite.  They quoted us a price we could live with and we thought our troubles were over.  There was the little problem of language, however.

I’m slow, but I’ve learned to stay out of the way when Bill is negotiating.  I sat on a sofa playing with my phone while Bill tried to massage the price he’d been quoted on the granite.  However it was pretty humorous.  Bill used all his best negotiating points and MaryCarmen of Texas Granite was having none of it.  That failing, he started nailing down the details of the bid.  Trying to pin down MaryCarmen was like herding cats.  Whatever he asked, MaryCarmen ‘splained, “Do not worry.  This is only the bid.  Tomorrow we measure and everything will be OK. You will see.”

When Bill posed a different sort of question, he offended MaryCarmen who snapped back, “Look into my eyes! I am honest!”  At that point I nearly fell off the couch laughing, but I maintained my composure somehow.  In the end, Bill scheduled a time for them to measure the kitchen and we went to celebrate…a little prematurely I’m afraid.  Lesson Five is next week.  “Look into my eyes!”

Leave a comment

Filed under Architecture, ART, Decorative Arts, DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Road Trips, Shopping, TRAVEL

Taking Granite for Granted – Lesson Three

HEADING TO HEATH: TAKING GRANITE FOR GRANTED – LESSON 3

Lots of Lessons to Learn When Building

I need to let you know something.  I may be the one who is telling you all about this build, but I’m not the driving force behind it.  I’d like to hear a round of applause for my husband.

When it came to finding the lot in Heath, I think I can honestly say I was the one making things happen.  Once Bill said we were going to move, I devoted all my time to finding the right property and then to getting our house on Squaw Valley sold.  Then I handed the baton to Bill.

He’s been the one who has made the design come together, negotiated the contract for the build and then he’s really been the one managing the build.  Whittle & Johnson has been building homes for a long time, but custom building homes for individuals has not been something they’ve done a lot of.  They specialize in building spec homes for the Whittle Development Co.  Of course, after going through our build, they may be ready for anything.  Then again, they may just go back to building spec homes.  It’s been rough.

Back to the Granite Grind

So, once the cabinets were scheduled for installation, we had to find some countertops or the whole build was going to get behind schedule.  Bill had been watching for slabs online, he’d been calling around and he’d been talking about getting out there to look around again.

The day came for looking, albeit a chilly one.  Verona didn’t have anything new, so we started at a place called IMC.  The good news was that their marble was inside.  The bad news was that they kept the doors open, so it was just as cold inside as it was out.

Their version of the price game was L,M,H,H+ and E.  The E was for exotic – or don’t EVEN think about it.  As I mentioned before, Bill is magnetically attracted to exotic marble.  He gave up on so many loves that morning that you had to feel sorry for him.  Every other slab he loved was E, the rest were H+, as in HIGH PLUS!!

Next door was Levantina.  They played another version of the price game.  You go pick stuff out and then they will tell you if it is low, medium or high.  That was marginally better than MSI, but not by much.

Can We Move Something for You?

Here’s something else you hear a lot of at slab yards.  Slabs are displayed in one of two ways.  One way lets you see an entire slab of granite or marble.  The other way is more like books on a shelf with some strategically placed spaces for you to peer down the length of the slab.  Needless to say, seeing the whole slab is much to be preferred.  So the slab employees are constantly asking, “Can we move something for you?”

Our friends at Verona used a mixture of the two methods.  To MSI’s credit, they show the full slabs, with a plaque which shows the name of the type of stone and the country of origin.  IMC goes one better – showing slab and type as well as the price game designation.  Levantina uses the library book method.

No matter what method is used, most people need more than one slab and they like to see all the slabs they are going to get.  That’s why, even when you can see whole slabs, you might need some slabs moved.  When slabs are displayed with the library book method, that’s the only way you’re going to get an idea of what you’re looking at.  Don’t worry though.  They have really cool machines to move the slabs with and I think they actually enjoy doing it.  Beats having a real job, I guess.

In Love With Blue Fire 

We spent the day going back and forth between IMC and Levantina.  There were dramas and frustrations, but we found what we thought we wanted.  Blue Fire Granite is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life.  It was categorized as an H, which concerned us, but the salesperson told us it was reasonable.  In fact, it was at the lowest level of the H category.  That couldn’t be too bad could it?  Find out next week.

Leave a comment

Filed under Architecture, ART, Decorative Arts, DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Shopping, TRAVEL

Granite Interruptted

The Masons Begin

The Masons Begin

HEADING TO HEATH: GRANITE BEFORE THE STORM

Nothing on a building site happens in a vacuum.  While we were shopping for the elusive granite slab of our dreams, we were also picking out brick and trying to find a vendor for the pre-finished cabinets we’d chosen for the kitchen.  (Cabinets – another long story I won’t go into right now.)

Holiday Interruptted

On a Saturday in late December, after our disappointing return visit to the granite slab yard, we were on our way to a holiday event with the family in Flower Mound.  Our fabricator had given us the names and addresses of some other slab yards to check out and one of them was sort of on the way to Flower Mound.

Now, what works for one person might not work for someone else and visa versa.  So, if you’re looking for granite or marble, don’t let me stop you from going to MSI over on Valley Branch Lane, but we won’t be going back.  Remember the price game I mentioned when I started talking about slabs.  Well, MSI ain’t playing.  Yes, the price game is irritating, but it’s better than a poke in the eye and that’s about all we got.

See, MSI won’t even tell you a price range, much less a price.  No ABC.  No 123.  No Low, Medium, High.  You just go in there, write down which slabs you like and they turn the list over to your fabricator.  One thing we’ve learned is that Bill naturally gravitates to the most expensive slabs in any slab yard.  Having him write down what he likes and then waiting to hear from a fabricator would just be an exercise in futility.  You have to say, “Bill, you can only look at X.”  Without that, we were wasting our time.

It Hit Us Like a Brick Wall

After wasting time at MSI, we continued the trek to Flower Mound.  We were discussing the cabinets, which we planned to look into after our family event.  The phone rang and it was the guy who is building next door to us in Heath.  “Uh Bill, I thought you said you were having some sort of pattern in your brick.”

Come to find out the masons had finished up with the job they were working and started bricking our house.  The only problem was that they’d never given us pricing for the work we wanted done.  Standard brick-laying was included, but we had some special treatments we wanted done – if we could afford it.  The whole issue of our cast stone was up in the air also.  The masons were laying on straight brick as if no cast stone or brick patterns were involved.  Our options were being walled-up you might say.

The next hour or so was filled with flurries of phone calls and text messages.  We wanted to enjoy our family get-together, especially since this was one of the only times we’d see some of them in a year, but it was hard with all the building issues we were handling.  Just about the time we were wrapping up the blind gift exchange a frantic Bill let me know we had to go – RIGHT THAT MINUTE.

GPS FAIL

By the time we got to the car, Bill was nearly hysterical.  Basically, we had a choice of paying either $750 or $2200 and either way we went about it, we wouldn’t get exactly what we’d wanted in the first place.  We also needed to get from Flower Mound to Grand Prairie for the cabinet appointment and we needed to get there fast.  Of course, as we madly drove south, communicating unsatisfactorily with our builder, that’s when we discovered that all that new road construction out by the airport isn’t on our latest GPS update.

Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty and it didn’t get any prettier.  To give our builder’s rep his due, he kept trying to convince us that everything was going to be OK.  The high point make that low point of the conversation was when he told me in order to make it right, if he had to, then he’d have them tear down every brick and start all over.

That was the wrong thing to say to me at that moment.The last thing I wanted was another delay and I was certain, whatever happened, I’d end up with another added expense.  Their favorite increment of add-on was about $300.  We were sitting at the desk of the cabinet vendor when I unloaded my angst on the builder’s rep.  It was not my finest moment of the build.

By necessity, granite fell several slots on the priority table that day.  A couple of weeks passed before we returned to the search for granite, but Lesson Three in Taking Granite for Granted will be next week.

 

2 Comments

Filed under Architecture, ART, Decorative Arts, DESTINATIONS, DFW Metroplex, Road Trips, Shopping, TRAVEL