Some more progress on the two-building, four-unit 1001 North Aurora Street project in Fall Creek. Since February, the building have been framed out, roofed and shingled. For the record, the shingles are Owens Corning TruDefinition Duration Shingles, Terra Cotta color. Huber ZIP System plywood sheets are being attached to the exterior over the wood studs, and interior framing, rough-ins and drywall is underway.
On a happy note, it looks like the side windows on the eastern building, which had the potential to be deleted as a cost-saving measure, are indeed going in based on the rough openings. The exterior will consist of two brownish shades of LP SmartSide cedar texture siding, with a white lap band and trim. Technically, that white is Sherwin-Williams “Nacre”, and these plebeian lips had to go to Google to figure out how that’s pronounced (NAY-ker). Because mother-of-pearl is just two darn pedestrian. The browns are “Rice Grain” and “Sawdust”.
Developer Stavros Stavropoulos (d/b/a Renting Ithaca) should be bringing these 3-bedroom rental units onto the market by the end of May, as 202 Queen Street and 206 Queen Street. Shortly thereafter, he and architect Daniel Hirtler which be launching into next project, and their biggest to date – a 3-story, 11-unit apartment building at 107 South Albany Street, just west of downtown.
Ithacating in Cornell Heights 
Can’t pronounce “nacre”? I’m pretty sure Art or Prof. Knapp would have covered that in Phys Meteorology with the nacreous clouds. 🙂
You know, I can’t recall nacreous clouds being mentioned. But I do have a story from Physical Meteorology.
The night before the final, I was studying in the library, and I had a good friend who was celebrating her birthday that night. I figured I had the time for a break, so I left and joined the festivities for what was supposed to be a quick drink, and then back to the library.
Well, I had two mixed drinks. And they were far stronger than I realized. By the time I got back, I was good and drunk. Which was kinda a scary proposition for remembering everything I needed to for the final. I put in a few hours, but I wasn’t sure I’d actually remember anything in the morning.
When exam time came around, I wasn’t particularly hungover, but I was quite a bit anxious that I majorly botched things up – I was never more than an average student, and a bad grade would have ruined my class grade. I went through the exam, and walked away from it feeling like I did great, or I spectacularly failed. Being a natural pessimist, I hid in shame in my bedroom for the rest of the day.
A couple of days later, I was having lunch in the 11th floor breakroom, and Art comes up to me, hand outstretched. When I asked what was going on, he said “I wanted to congratulate you on your final. You had the highest grade in the class.”
And the life lesson is that I never went out for a drink before exams ever again. Because that kind of luck doesn’t strike twice.