Thinking about Quebec

A summer view with overgrown elderberries

A wonderful local concrete artist who redid our concrete countertop close to a year ago, came by today, with his young colleague.  They were repairing some of the chips that had occurred over the last year, by smoothing out the edges and refinishing the color (our countertop is a lovely aquamarine color, but when chips occur, the underside is white (because of the primer needed to have the color, apparently).

They had replaced what was also an aquamarine-colored concrete countertop, but that had degraded over time -- becoming pitted in the sink and adjoining surfaces. The patina was fine, but grungy mildewy spots in the sink, not.

So we now have a nice countertop again (retouched).  They were remembering how HARD it was to haul off the previous concrete countertop and sink, which was massive, and included rebar, etc.

They expressed interest in our story about acquiring a historic house in Quebec, so I showed them my Photo album from last June.

It was fun to revisit those photos.

I think we'll have a great time there in January.  It'll be WAY colder than we're used to in winter, by 20-30°F, with wind, -- but we have winter tires, new fun ski-shoes, extra winter clothing, etc.  I'm looking forward to it.

Here were some reminders.  We'll have that vintage woodstove going continuously, I'm sure.

Our friend who was working on the countertop said it looked like your grandmother's house, from the grandmother you never had.  Exactly.  That's why we fell in love with it online, I think.

Except my grandma did cook pancakes on a pot-bellied wood stove for us, when we visited as a family from Texas, as I remember from a childhood visit to  Northern California.  We also picked blackberries, etc., too. 

All lovely memories.