Parties and Home Improvements

Life gets in the way of having fun.  We had a flat tire which needed repair, computers which have been misbehaving incomprehensibly, moving stuff in preparation for incoming furniture, getting a last-minute list of electrical supplies we are supposed to have when the furniture installers arrive and scrambling to get them, etc. etc.

On Wednesday Oct 28 we tried to find the special low-profile electrical wire our furniture dealer recommended by sending a photo, after we couldn't find it in our home town of Ponte de Lima.  We drove to Viana do Castelo, about a half-hour away, and it wasn't to be found there either.  So we went to the biggest hardware store in the region, in Braga, about an hour from there.  Still no luck.  Gerrit texted the furniture rep and asked what to do, and she replied "oh, it isn't important, you can use any kind of wire".  Sheesh, thanks for wild goose chase.

Thursday Oct 29 there was a surprise birthday party for our friend Atena, set up by her husband Christoph.  Fourteen of us met at a nice hilltop restaurant just south of Ponte de Lima and had a lovely lunch and a great time.  It was fun to see the happy shock on Atena's face when she entered the room to our cheers and welcome.

Birthday girl	And a couple of guests

Then on Friday Oct 30 it was hellsapoppin' around here.  At 8 AM our new-found eager 15-year-old window washers and their parents showed up for the enormous job of cleaning the windows here.  The kids were ambitious and energetic, but they're kind of slow and unmethodical and we've been seeing streaks in their work.  We had a nice chat with their parents when they came to pick them up, but since the boys only got the inside done they'll have to come back next week to finish up.

And later that morning the furniture installers arrived with our bookcase and wall bed.  The bookcase went up in a jiffy, and as Gerrit frantically finished up the wiring extensions for the bed they began assembling it in the same room.  It's a really complicated puzzle to assemble, and unfortunately the super-sophisticated folding desktop structure was damaged in shipping to the furniture dealer so that will take two or three weeks to re-order and install.  Saturday and Sunday Gerrit re-did and finished up the bed assembly wiring while Pat started unpacking books into the new bookcase.

Our books' new home

Wall bed skeleton going up

Here it is Sunday Nov 1, a beautiful clear and sunny day.  It's been mostly this way for the last few weeks, too, occasional clouds and a bit of rain but mostly gorgeous.  Days are shorter, to be sure, and it's starting to get nippy after sundown, but so far it's been a glorious summery autumn.

On Monday Nov 2 the furniture installers returned to finish up the job.  Well, almost finish.  There is a vinyl wallpaper design needing to be applied to the bottom of the fold-down bed, and the fold-down desk needs attaching there too.  But the furniture is all in place and Pat has lots more room for storage now.  Photos are coming, when it's all done.

Marcelo spent the day here on Tuesday Nov 3 putting together Pat's new appliance cart.  It's a beauty and will serve nicely.  The next two days Gerrit applied finish to the bare wood countertop.

On Thursday Nov 5 our fresh-faced window washers returned at 8 AM to finish the job, which took until 2 PM.  Their parents were here most of the time, too, helping and giving everything a picky going over.  It was a huge job altogether, about twice as long as they'd estimated, so we gave them about twice the amount of their quote.  The windows look terrific except in certain lights, as we discovered that evening at sunset.  It's the perpetual problem with window washing: the windows can look perfect until they get the sun angled just right with a dark background.  Well, we're happy for now, they have never been this clean and they look much better.

Friday Nov 6 was a big shopping day for us in Ponte de Lima.  We picked up some of our favorite artisan bread from À Antigua and some more wonderful cheese at La Queijaria.  A new treat for us there was a triple-cream soft cheese with truffles, absolutely delicious.

Pat continues to harvest and preserve vegetables.  She got buckets of tomatoes, tomatillos, and chili peppers, for loads of salsa.  She got a bushel of basil, the last of the season, which she made into four ice cube trays of pesto to freeze.  The summer growing season is coming to an end, with shorter days, less intense sun, and chillier weather.

Buckets o' produce

Cactus in a backyard pot, valiantly blooming

Gerrit's son Ian, living in Andorra about a twelve-hour drive from here, set up a four-day get-together for Christmas.  We'll all stay in a beautiful old stone Airbnb in Spanish Basque country, midway between the two of us, and we're really looking forward to it.

And some sad news: we recently learned that our housekeeper and friend Inês has been diagnosed with Parkinson's and dementia, and she can no longer do our housekeeping.  This is the same double punch a good friend of ours in Seattle contracted a couple years ago, and it's a terrible tragedy.  Inês has been so faithful and trustworthy, always cheerful and a good friend.  She has had a key to our house ever since keeping house here for the former owners.  In fact, she was the one who let us into our house for our very first viewing almost two years ago, since the owners were in England.  We have been trying to arrange a visit with her and her English-speaking daughter, but our only contact is Inês's phone and she's not responding.  We're not sure if she even wants visitors right now, but we're hoping her daughter will see our messages and we can ask.

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From High-Tech to Bursting Oranges

We thought that our house water filter problems were behind us, but two things have cropped up: the original water filter housing was damaged while being repositioned, and the new water filter cartridge for the new housing is the wrong size.  So new filters and a replacement housing are on order.  Someday we'll get it right.

Tightening up the pool railing was a success though.  Some very fine-gauge stainless steel mesh between the sliding parts makes a good high-friction bond when the clamps are tightened, so the rail is about as firm as it's going to get.

Sunrises can be pretty nice here too.

We're continuing to harvest.  We grew potatoes this summer in nine strong plastic bags full of dirt, which makes it easy come harvest time.  But that's a lotta potatoes.  We've cleaned out five bags as of Monday Oct 19, and we've been boiling them, smashing them, or frying them in olive oil for eating fresh.  Pat has also grated a few kilograms, wrung them out, and frozen them for future hash browns.  Our tomatoes and peppers are coming on strong now too.  Pat planted San Marzano tomatoes (an especially delicious Italian variety) from seed, and once they got in the raised beds they took off.

Our beautiful summery weather for the last few weeks is cooling off now, as of Tuesday Oct 20.  Gerrit actually had to put a tee shirt on with his shorts and sandals.  It was cloudy today and rain is expected.  Update: 4 mm (1/6") rain happened overnight, and the following day was clear and beautiful again.  The tee shirt went back in the closet.

But our oranges are getting ugly.  We had this same problem last year, mainly with the bigger of the two trees, where the oranges split while ripening and fall to the ground.  We've lost probably three dozen this year due to this, and it's a shame to see all those lovely oranges committing hara-kiri like that.  We and our gardener are on it, but no solution yet.  It seems to be either due to irrigation or soil nutrition, but it's not clear yet what the answer is.

We've been back to our house projects.  Pat is sorting and moving, still organizing and storing our Seattle stuff.  We're having Seattle friends visiting here the middle of next month so she wants to at least have their bedroom livable.  Gerrit did some repairs on her cedar chest and moved it up to the bedroom so she can make use of that for storage.  Marcelo our handyman was here Wednesday and Thursday Oct 21 and 22 to replace the kitchen faucet and add some outdoor electrical outlets (which are in short supply around here), and he did his customary excellent job.  The following week he will come build Pat's appliance cart since we hope to have all the pieces by then.

On Wednesday Oct 21 we got the call from our furniture seller that both our bookshelf and our wall bed with storage will be ready for delivery in a week.  It's been a long siege: we first gave them sketches and dimensions back in mid-July.  Now we need to clear out the room spaces here so they can assemble and install, and then we will be able to fill the new places to put things.  It will be another step toward a cozy box-free home.

Pat has so many tomatillos in her garden that she posted on a local WhatsApp chat that they were free for the taking.  A very nice Dutch couple, living in Ponte de Lima for three years now, came out and filled up a bag.  Pat gave them some recipes too, since tomatillos are not well known here.  Then we learned that their two 15-year-old boys do things like window washing, pressure washing, and general work inside and out of the house.  We have a few acres of windows needing washing, so we asked them to come out and take a look.  The whole family came on Thursday Oct 22 and we could see that the home-schooled boys were very mature and responsible.  They asked good questions and demonstrated their professionalism (with a business card no less), so we look forward to their quote and getting the windows finally cleaned.  The connections we've made here have been just remarkable.  We have met people of many backgrounds, languages, and nationalities who all have an adventuresome spirit and interesting stories to tell.

Gerrit wrote a technical paper which was published in 2006 to the sound of crickets.  Very little interest was generated, and he resigned himself to obscurity (even though he thought it was awfully good).  Then just a week or two ago he had a very nice email from a fellow electronic engineer who had just discovered the paper, 20 years after publication, and was very complimentary about it.  Gerrit found other references to it (well, about six of them) in forums, academic papers, and technical exchanges, also.  He dismantled his website long ago, which is where the references point, but he found a way to re-post this paper and other documents from his old website using the same URLs as his admiring audience (of a half dozen people) had used.  Now anyone clicking on those old links in archived website pages will actually see the documents again.  Gerrit awaits the accolades.

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Exploring Braga

It is always better to enter a conflict calmly, firmly, and respectfully, rather than with guns blazing.  Then you can escalate as required.  Gerrit is still working on this.  It was effective with MO the faulty pool robot though; the manufacturer was apologetic and offered a complete repair service paid for by them including shipping.  The repair will supposedly be done within three days of them receiving it, with the whole effort complete in a week or two.

It's interesting to see how different languages handle different concepts.  For example, in Portuguese there are at least three words for "there": close to the listener, far away but in sight, and far away and out of sight.  "This" and "that" are similar: the proper word depends on how close the objects are.  They have different expressions for something being above something else if the two things touch or are separated, and similarly for being below something touching or separated.  On the other hand, there is one word for the all the possessives "his", "her", "hers", "their", "your", and "yours".  This word varies, however, depending on the thing which is possessed: masculine, feminine, singular, or plural.  At least this is what we think we've figured out so far.  How do they keep it all straight?

Handyman Marcelo came by on Friday Oct 9 to take a look at three projects we have for him: replacing the kitchen faucet, installing three electrical outlets in the back yard, and assembling an appliance cart for the bulkiest of Pat's appliances.

We celebrated Gerrit's birthday with an overnight trip to the city of Braga.  His birthday was in April, but we're like the Ents from the Lord of the Rings: it takes us a while to deliberate before we act.  Anyway, on Wednesday Oct 14 we headed off.  We have been to Braga many times on business matters and have seen a bit of it with friends, but haven't really spent much time there.  This was going to be a holiday to see some sights.

Bom Jesus do Monte

Pat booked us a room and restaurant reservations at a beautiful 4-star hotel next to the Bom Jesus cathedral, which is on a hill just outside Braga itself.  Bom Jesus is a grand Catholic cathedral with a magnificent double zig-zag stairway leading up the hillside to it.  (Fortunately there is a road and also a funicular railway you can ride up, but unfortunately the funicular was closed when we were there.)  It is the major attraction in Braga, drawing in tourists from all over the world, all year round, and it was our first destination when we arrived.

We started at the base of the stairway.  There was a large crowd of high school kids there, all holding big pink rectangles of paper, sometimes over their heads.  Wha?  Some obscure Portuguese custom?  When we went up the steps a little and looked back down we could see that they were standing in the formation of the pink ribbon symbol for breast cancer awareness!  They were all set up for an overhead drone photo.  October being breast cancer awareness month, it all made sense now.

Looking up the stairs

The human pink ribbon

This was the high-school crowd, all excited at the foot of the stairs.  We didn't stick around to find out, but we suspect they ran up the stairs after their photo-op:

We took the hairpin road (not the bazillion stairs) up to the church itself and looked around the whole area.  There was a cathedral, gardens, and vistas, quite a sight, and even a lovely-looking little grotto.  Well, as long as you don't look too closely.  The grotto is fake, sculpted out of concrete, but it looks nice in a Disneyland sort of way.  Then we checked into our hotel, an elegant if slightly faded establishment with walnut doors, brass hardware, and hushed hallways.

At the top of the stairs	Looking back down the stairs
Garden and chapel	Sweet hand painted tile sign for the gift shop
The "grotto"	A cave-dweller emerges
Inside the cathedral itself, complete with Roman oppressors in 3-D above the altar	The idled funicular

Santuário de Nossa Senhora do Sameiro

While driving around we had seen a glimpse of an impressive cathedral a little further up the hill, the Sanctuary of Our Lady of Sameiro.  Up we went to wander and admire another gorgeous Braga cathedral.

From the road

Up close

Arco da Porta Nova

With a little time left in the afternoon we drove to the Arco da Porta Nova, originally one of the gates into the walled city of Braga in 1512.  It was revised to its current form in 1772.  There is a popular tease in Portugal when someone leaves a door open: "Hey, are you from Braga?".  You can see where that came from.

Hey, you from Braga?

Just up the street a bit

Dinner

Sunset that evening was at 6:30, and there was a beautiful view of it from the terrace outside our hotel.  We retired to our room for a rest and to change into our fancy dinner clothes, then took our places on the terrace.  The sunset was extra-specially nice since today was the end of the summer burn ban.  So with pent-up demand there had been brush fires all afternoon, filling the air with particulates and contributing to the fiery red sunset.

The restaurant was like the hotel: elegant in a 1950s way.  Pat had scallops, one of her favorites, and Gerrit had Duck Magret with a bacalhau (cod) soup.  Both were excellent, and complemented by a bottle of a fine Portuguese wine.  Here is Pat's scallop dish, and Gerrit digging in, trying to look pitiful for some reason.  While chatting with our waiter afterwards, we learned that he lives in Ponte de Lima too.

Beautiful wrought iron and some smoke	A few minutes later
Lame food photo 1	Lame food photo 2

Sé Catedral de Santa Maria de Braga

The next morning we had a nice breakfast and checked out, heading to the Cathedral of Santa Maria of Braga.  Braga is known as "The City of Cathedrals", at least to Gerrit.  This one was founded in the year 1089 and has undergone Romanesque and Baroque renovations over the centuries.  We spent our time in the cathedral itself, which was spectacular.  The magnificent pipe organ and painted wooden ceilings were breathtaking.  It is marvelous that such grandeur has been so well preserved for over 900 years.

Three smiling faces outside the cathedral	And inside the cathedral
The incredible pipe organ	A glimpse of the painted wood ceiling

Palácio do Raio

And our final sightseeing destination was the Palace of the Mexican, within walking distance of the Cathedral of Santa Maria.  It was built in 1754 as the residence of the family of João Duarte Faria, and has served as a hospital and art gallery over the years.  The exterior is covered with individually hand-painted tiles, really stunning.  We came across a strange art exhibit inside, consisting of pictures of broken and damaged food and utensils.  The artist's statement at the end revealed that she is Ukrainian and has been agonizing over trying to feed her children in the chaos of war.  Our thoughts went from confusion to heartbreak.

Beautiful tiled exterior

Tile detail

More tile along the marble stairway

We had a little lunch at a street café, picked up some cabinets we'd ordered from the big Ikea store in Braga, and headed home.  We've really got to do more of these miniature vacations.

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Home & Towns

It seemed so simple, to just lock the pool railing to a supporting foot with a sheet metal screw to keep it from wobbling.  And it was simple.  It just didn't work.  Not even a little.  So Gerrit is back to the drawing board on how to stiffen up the pool railing.

Friday Oct 2 was a beautiful day and we headed into Ponte de Lima for some errands and exploration.  A fellow expat had told us about a nice little cheese shop nearby, newly open for business, so we stopped in.  The proprietor is a French fellow, and it turns out he was familiar with Gerrit's last name.  His family comes from the same Basque region in France as Gerrit's ancestors!  They figured they must be cousins.  The shop was delightful.  Jean gave us samples of some cheeses and charcuterie and we left with a bag of fresh cheeses, some familiar and some new ones to try too, and a dry sausage.  The shop is called La Queijaria, "la" being French for "the" and "queijaria" being Portuguese for "cheese shop".  A nice little blend of cultures there, just like the shop itself.

We also stopped at an artisanal bakery, À Antigua ("in the old style").  They were closed for lunch the last time we tried, but this time we got a heavenly loaf of seeded bread, a brownie, and a cinnamon roll.  Oh yeah, we'll be back.

We had dinner that night of our fresh cheese, sausage, bread, garden vegetables, tangerines, and some Portuguese wine.  Delicious!  And very traditional.

Our balky pool cleaning robot MO was working for a while, now failing again.  Time to do battle with the vendors and see if we can get our money back for this lemon.

Saturday Sep 3 we met some friends (Bernardo, Carolina, Rick, and Pat) in Porto for dinner at a seaside restaurant there.  It was a beautiful place, the food was great, and we had lots of fun.  Rick and Pat (his wife) had some port for dessert, and no, they had not gone through that enormous bottle already.

Rick & Pat (the other one)

Bernardo & Carolina

Monday Oct 5 was a beautiful and balmy day.  Pat gathered a basketful of peppers, sliced them up, and started them fermenting along with a jar of olives from our tree.  The peppers should be ready in a few weeks, but the olives may actually take a year.

Then the next morning a huge thunderstorm rolled in.  Rain and hail pelted down, and power went in and out.  It was a while before we even noticed the power dropouts though; our solar battery backup had been fully charged the previous day so it kept the lights and essentials powered up just fine.  We got 6.2 cm (2.4") of rain before about 11:00, when the storm passed completely and everything started clearing up.  Here's when the hail started:

Pat has been planning a kitchen appliance cart, going over it with Gemini and Claude AIs and scouring online.  It's been a long and difficult process, skeptically checking bonehead AI recommendations, but she has a good solution now.  We can buy the stuff and turn it over to handyman Marcelo.

AI has little common sense or aesthetics.  Pat was getting cheerful recommendations for casters that looked like they belonged on a mechanic's tool wagon, paneling of 3/4" plywood (far too thick and heavy), and an estimate of the final weight at 400 kg (882 lb)!  That's about the weight of a Smart Car.  For an appliance cart?  Get real.  (Not artificial.)  AI can be extremely helpful for finding items and information but you need to be very careful and complete with your prompts and should spend plenty of time checking its blithe, authoritative-sounding answers.

Here is how the backyard garden (near the pool) is shaping up.  Our horticulturalist Alex designed most of it, laid out the beds, got the custom pots, and planted the plants.  We have decided not to put in a walkway, we'll leave it looking much like you see it here.  (That green lawn-ish stuff you see is actually mown weeds.  We'll lay an actual lawn soon.)  Off in the distance to the right of the picture here is a beautiful view of the medieval bridge of Ponte de Lima.

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Fall Harvesting and Nesting

On Tuesday Sep 22 we mourned the upcoming days becoming shorter than the nights with some leftover ribs (this time with pesto), corn, and a tomato and julienned bean salad.  Mmm, we think we'll survive the equinox trauma.

Our handyman hero Marcelo was here the following day.  He installed the new house water filter, added lights in the downstairs workshop, and fixed the lock on the back door.  Everything was done beautifully.  Now our house water (direct from the water table) is very well filtered.  This will keep the irrigation filters from clogging and the pressure washer from having to pump fine grit, along with providing the purest drinking and cooking water.  Which was not a problem, but still.  The lighting in the workshop is brilliant: even and bright.  The back door was very hard to unlock and lock even when we moved in, and it suddenly became impossible about a month ago.  Marcelo found that the hinges had slipped slightly, so he jacked the door up with a crowbar and tightened the hinge bolts.  It works perfectly now, smooth and easy.

100 bags of pine bark mulch were delivered on Thursday Sep 24 for our gardener to spread over a couple of the front beds.  A layer of cardboard, a dusting of soil, and this bark should beautify the garden and keep the weeds at bay for a while.

Here is a view of the rising full moon from our balcony on the night of Saturday Sep 26.

Pat continues to harvest and prepare the bounty of the garden.  Her latest haul included almost 4 kg (8.8 lb) of tomatillos, baskets of tomatoes and peppers, a couple more strawberries, and a beautiful lush bouquet of basil.  She made the tomatillos and peppers into seven tubs of salsa for freezing, the basil into a couple ice cube trays of frozen pesto, and we'll enjoy the tomatoes sliced or in salads.

Gerrit got Pat's beloved weather station installed on Monday Sep 28.  We brought it over from the US, since it's such a nice one.  Now we can accurately report wind speeds, outdoor humidity, rainfall, barometric pressure, and daylight flux to our dear readers.  Wouldn't that be exciting?  Well, you can see for yourself.  Pat (aka Lilac09) is streaming all our weather data to Weather Underground, which you can watch in real time here.  There is historical data there, graphs, and everything a weather nerd could want. 

Here's a story our new friends Marian and Dave told us about when they arrived here in Ponte de Lima.  They live in a sort of suburban neighborhood a little west of Ponte de Lima.  Not long after they arrived Marian put flyers up all around, inviting neighbors to a meet-and-greet at their place.  The starting time came and went, and nobody showed.  Uh oh, had they violated some custom or norm?  Fifteen nervous minutes later the entire neighborhood came through the front gate.  They had been waiting to enter together!  A couple of the younger neighbors acted as translators, and everyone had a great time.  Marian had made a map of the neighborhood and asked people to pin their names and numbers to their houses on the map.  At the end a patriarch made a speech welcoming them to the neighborhood.  "We are a family", he said, "and now you are a part of it too."  This is the kind of warmth we see all the time from the Portuguese.  What a great idea that was of Marian's, too, for instant connection to all the neighbors!  She was a pastor in Pennsylvania before retiring here, so gathering people together comes naturally to her.

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Howling, Harvest, and Hand-holds

Boring alert: Pat got our way-over-complicated irrigation computers figured out and reprogrammed yet again, and Gerrit fabricated a little shelf for our network router to keep it cool and unshielded without having to prop it on a pile of bags like our prototype version was.  We warned you: boring.  But it's what we're doing.

Every culture has its own old folk songs.  They're usually simple, and easy to sing or dance to.  In the US, you'll find old favorites like "Down in the Valley" and "Buffalo Gals" for example, very simple with only two chords.  Portugal is no exception, they have a two-chord traditional folk song heritage which is played and danced to at almost every community event.  What is jarring to Anglo ears, though, is the singing.  They sound slightly out of tune and like they're shouting or shrieking, especially the women.  Some cultural barriers just can't be overcome.

Over the weekend after the big Ponte de Lima Feiras Novas celebration, which just wrapped up for this year, our little village of Calheiros stages its own festival.  They play music most of the day over loudspeakers at the church in the village center, filling the whole valley.  There are Euro-pop tunes, sentimental songs, and even the occasional march from John Philip Sousa (a Portuguese native son), but a large measure of it is the old-fashioned Portuguese folk songs.   Here is a recording we made from our balcony of some of the worst of it, amplified a little so it will make it through your speakers.  Some Anglos use this Calheiros festival as a cue to get out of town, but so far we're managing to ignore it.

Then the nighttime party begins, and along with the music comes the obligatory fireworks displays.  A huge one took place Saturday night Sep 20 at midnight, which Gerrit somehow slept through, and there were bursts of explosions marking the start of festivities in the morning, the lunch break, and the evening.  The Portuguese love their fireworks!  (Fireworks are called "fogos de artifício" here, or "artificial fire".)

Sunday Sep 20 was potato salad and rib heaven.  Pat harvested a bag of our homegrown potatoes in the morning, cleaned and prepped them, and made her famous potato salad including homegrown onions and the super pickles from friend Maayan, and she sliced some homegrown tomatoes.  Gerrit had started some ribs at 7:30 AM, so it was feast time for lunch.  Gerrit thinks that Pat's Portuguese potato salad is even better than her classic.  Our potatoes are golden, creamy, and flavorful, and Maayan's pickles are crunchy and flavorful too, so the combination is really a gourmet potato salad.  Gerrit is using a similar rub and method for ribs that he did back in Seattle, and they continue to come out great.

Here is Pat's harvest from the day.  We have: Tomatillos  A leek Peppers (not sure what they are but they're not hot) Tomatoes - Purple Dragon, San Marzano, Yellow cherry, Red cherry  Strawberries  Cilantro seeds (aka coriander) Dill seeds  Potatoes She also got a nice little basket of apples and made applesauce and apple-fig crumble.

We finally got the pool rail and mounting feet which Pat had originally ordered in April, five months ago!  Orders were lost or mis-shipped, delayed inexplicably, or canceled due to no stock, but finally all the hardware was here in mid-September and Gerrit could start installing.  Which involved drilling holes in the granite.  Which is nearly impossible, even with a concrete bit and a hammer drill (granite is much harder than concrete, and it ruined several bits).  And which is made completely impossible when the impact drill literally falls apart.

A trip to the big hardware store in nearby Viana do Castelo resulted in a new drill and bits, along with a few other items we couldn't live without.  The following morning Gerrit discovered that his old hammer drill had been completely shot.  With little or no actual hammering going on (despite the sound effects), it's no wonder that holes weren't being drilled and bits were smoking out.  The new one glided right through the granite with just a concrete bit.  The railing was mounted, finally, and behold.  Unfortunately there is quite a horizontal wobble to the rail.  This is exactly how it should work, though, with the rail tubing sleeved over the mounting feet posts as it is, but we didn't see it coming.  The rail just swivels on the feet.  Hmm, we'll see what to do about that.  If anything.

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