Speed kills . . .

What else can explain the fact that the last few weeks, the pace has slowed to the speed of dark. Of course, it's no one's fault. It's not the appliance people's. It's not the contractor. It's not the granite. Nope, it's just what happens (Sarcasm meter high). I do realize that some things are inevitable, but some of the delays have simply been do to disorganization, mis-management of time and resources and, in my estimation, laziness. There have been many days when I considered just throwing in the towel, but of course that's irrational. Not even my daily drooling on and over my appliances could cheer me up. In fact, they were mocking me, sitting there with that come-hither look but remaining unplugged and useless.

Finally, after literally weeks of delays I was scheduled for a granite template, to be followed a week later by the install. (Due to the fact that we were so late, the granite people finally took us off the schedule. By the time we were ready they were booked solid. Sigh.)

Template was fine. The install was another matter. Based on the discussion I had with the installer, he seemed not to like the template person very much. And by that I mean I think he hated him. He continually second-guessed what we were doing and complained the entire time about the tight fit of the oven. And I'm not even sure why we had the template person here since the installer didn't actually do the fine cutting until he got her, which meant, yup, another later of dust.  He freaked out about the oven and having to move it (and I discovered later had taken the door off the hinges. Lucky for him we were able to fix it). I was quite literally panicked that he was going to leave the job or worse, do a bad job. To make matters worse, I was trapped in my house all 7 hours they were here; someone had to be here and besides, their truck and equipment were all set up in my driveway. The sound and smell of cutting and polishing the granite was getting on my very last nerve. I resolved not to sneak a peek until they were done as I knew it would freak me out.

Then lo and behold, they were finished. And as cranky as he was, it came out great. Perfect in fact:

It may be hard to see, but it's called Cashmere White and it's incredible; grey/white with flecks of the dark brown and glints of silver. I would take a close-up but now the counters are covered with tarp as the workers are here to HOPEFULLY finish the rest. This is the part that's like a death by a thousand cuts. But we are on the home stretch.