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August 08, 2006

"So it goes." Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut

Almost every weekend, we wander down into Chelsea and stand on the north side of 21st Street, just west of Sixth Avenue, and stare proudly up at our new apartment just beyond the old cemetery. We arrive, excited, hopeful to see one less blue tarp, maybe some scafolding removed. The plywood in the windows, lights on inside, and naked steel studs suggest little progress, if any. We complete the weekend by surfing through furniture stores, looking for the perfect furniture to fit in our soon-to-be-framed-in abode. On the way, we slip carefully through one of our favourite haunts in the city for a cool martini to chill the disappointment.

I had called Broker A to let us into our space to take some careful measurements. After the half-moon couch that we bought for our Balsam Avenue home in Toronto did not even remotely fit in the space for which it was intended (a bit like trying to stuff a baked potato into a pea pod) we were taking evasive action.

"So, Erica, when is our expected closing date?" I asked.
"September", she replied, looking away.

Kenny from South Park immediately entered my mind. Kenny dies in every episode (at least for the first five seasons). I felt sorry for what was about to happen to her. She probably thought it was the concentration of chemicals that successfully turned her hair blonde when her head burst into flames.

Broker B.
"Penelope? Any news on a closing date?" I asked.
"November. Maybe December. But definitely not September." she said.

I know, I'll call our attorney. She'll get a straight answer out of the developer.
"Susanne? Any news on a closing date?" I asked.
"The fall." she said.

So it goes.

Posted by dave at August 8, 2006 07:25 PM

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Posted by: Mum & Dad at August 18, 2006 09:26 AM