….we’ve ordered the new pool table. I’m sitting here working, and I hear her mumbling specs and price and other stuff under her breath, and then I hear her mouse go “click” and I can actually feel the pain in my wallet.
And now we’re the proud owners of what you see above – or, at least, a reasonable facsimile thereof. This is not our room (any “Turner and Hooch” fans out there? : ) and this is not our pool table – this is the picture from the web site.
This is a Brunswick Ashton, sold by Costco (I’m pretty sure it’s the “Allenton”, rebranded so that Costco can sell it for some less). We were finding comparable used tables in the region in a given price point, and we’d have had to pay for moving and setup; we got this new one from Costco for about what we’d pay used locally, and that includes moving and setup, and we get to pick legs, finish, and felt (we’re probably going with “Macintosh”, just slightly more crimson than the red seen above. Longtime readers of this feature will not question the “crimson” choice). Plus, it comes with the whole shebang – balls, cues, et cetera.
It’s an 8 foot table, which means that we should have a 15×17 room to put it in; the loft is 13×15, but there are two walls missing, so we’re okay – at least, I hope we are. It’s already been ordered.
It’ll be several weeks before it gets delivered, but I suspect that we’ve got plenty to do to keep us busy in the meantime. Pool tables are for relaxing, not for getting work done. If there’s work that needs doing, a pool table is a liability, not an asset.
The loft is upstairs, behind Ethel’s office; we’ve already ordered the mini-fridge (84-can capacity, glass front, temp down to 34 F) and we’ve got the K-cup machine, so this will basically be my and Ethel’s break room area. It won’t be like our break room at Workday, with all of the free snacks and company – but it also won’t have 15 millennials playing Ping-Pong, so there’s that, too :)
We close tomorrow. I got a panicked call from the loan officer this morning – the underwriters needed something else. It was a few clicks and an email later that they got what they needed. Now there should be nothing but the silence of expectation until 11 AM tomorrow, when we sign the papers and take the keys; then I go back to work for the rest of the day, and Ethel starts….starts doing Ethel things.
We’ve got everything here at the condo that needs to go out to the house, and we’ve bought an inflatable bed to sleep in until the guest bed gets here next Tuesday (which we’ll sleep in until our new bedroom suit gets here in a month or so). We will be setting up the training room in an interim configuration. We’ll basically be living in little pieces of the house in little ways while we’re painting, until the furniture (and all the new stuff that Ethel has ordered) shows up.
And then, on Tuesday, after we’re exhausted from 4-5 days of painting 12-16 hours…things get crazy.