Note the height of the ladder. Note the height of the pool. Note in photo below the shape of the pool.
The ladder looks like its photo on the side of the box.
The pool does not.
The pool's got a long ways to go to look like any we've seen in the neighborhood and definitely the picture on the side of the box.
Rome wasn't built in a day, they say.
I say the Lovestead pool is taking a page from the epic stories of the Roman Empire.
Once it's functional, will it last as long as some of the Roman relics we all treasure?
I pray so.
Yesterday was not a "feel good" day with the pool. Well, maybe it was.
But that abrupt landing on hard ground I took on my back while trying to tug that vinyl did not feel good.
That happened after I hung up the phone from talking to Willie.
Wait a minute!
That was an anachronism, just like the clock in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. I did not hang up my cell phone. I punched a button.
Gawd, look at what techie stuff is doing to our language.
Okay, I punched Willie out and hurried outside to see the progress of the water level in the pool.
It was good timing, to say the least.
I arrived just as a flood of water to start fiendishly seeping over the edge of a pointed section on the southeast side of the pool.
Yes, it was a "Lucy" moment.
Try as I might, I could not recover those gallons of pricey water that kept hitting the ground outside the pool. At least Lucy's chocolates stayed on the surface, rather than instantly sinking into oblivion.
Anyway, I hurried and then scurried to the water hydrant to put it in the "off" mode before another 100 gallons poured over the side.
Then, I hurried and scurried in a flurry to get back to the pool and try to stretch it out so the water would flow somewhere other than over the side.
I grabbed the vinyl blubber. Every try grabbing ahold of a piece of fluid mass?
It ain't easy.
Anyway, while holding firmly, I stepped backward with all my might.
Next second, I was looking at the sky and thinking the ground felt a little bit like cement.
The shock of my fall resurrected a comment uttered from Bill's mouth the night before.
That was an anachronism, just like the clock in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. I did not hang up my cell phone. I punched a button.
Gawd, look at what techie stuff is doing to our language.
Okay, I punched Willie out and hurried outside to see the progress of the water level in the pool.
It was good timing, to say the least.
I arrived just as a flood of water to start fiendishly seeping over the edge of a pointed section on the southeast side of the pool.
Yes, it was a "Lucy" moment.
Try as I might, I could not recover those gallons of pricey water that kept hitting the ground outside the pool. At least Lucy's chocolates stayed on the surface, rather than instantly sinking into oblivion.
Anyway, I hurried and then scurried to the water hydrant to put it in the "off" mode before another 100 gallons poured over the side.
Then, I hurried and scurried in a flurry to get back to the pool and try to stretch it out so the water would flow somewhere other than over the side.
I grabbed the vinyl blubber. Every try grabbing ahold of a piece of fluid mass?
It ain't easy.
Anyway, while holding firmly, I stepped backward with all my might.
Next second, I was looking at the sky and thinking the ground felt a little bit like cement.
The shock of my fall resurrected a comment uttered from Bill's mouth the night before.
"They say to get inside the pool and manipulate it while it's filling," he told me. See, Bill had read the directions---that's against my religion, right up there with abstaining from meat on Friday.
Well, it made a whole lot more sense to fall backward in the water than to punish my body any more on that rock hard ground.
So, I took off my shoes and socks and climbed in. For Sharon's sake, I did not have my bathing suit. Instead, my dirty jeans got a dousing.
The only thing that encouraged me into thinking that this challenge is worth pursuing was that crystal clear, almost warm, very refreshing water that had run for 3.5 hours filling approximately half the pool as well as watering a patch of pasture grass and some sand that really needed no moisture.
It will be Heavenly when Hellish heat descends upon us.
While walking around inside the pool, I managed to manipulate the sides and swoosh the water (very carefully) enough that it would no longer flow over that pointed end. A board stuck beneath that area seemed to help.
My thoughts on this pool at this point: I'm wondering if a greased walrus contest resembles in any way what we're encountering in this project.
Still, through it all, Bill remains upbeat, so much so that he assembled the ladder last night. The side of the box says, "No cannonballs in the pool and to post a sign next to the pool suggesting "Danger."
Until I saw that ladder standing next to the pool this morning, I figured there was no way anyone could even think of doing a cannonball, but since the ladder is significantly higher than the upper level of the pool, it's a possibility.
As far as the "danger," I think I've already discovered that possibility---without a sign to remind me.
Stay tuned for the next segment of "A Fool and Her Pool Could Be Soon Parted." Where IS Moses when I need him?
My thoughts on this pool at this point: I'm wondering if a greased walrus contest resembles in any way what we're encountering in this project.
Still, through it all, Bill remains upbeat, so much so that he assembled the ladder last night. The side of the box says, "No cannonballs in the pool and to post a sign next to the pool suggesting "Danger."
Until I saw that ladder standing next to the pool this morning, I figured there was no way anyone could even think of doing a cannonball, but since the ladder is significantly higher than the upper level of the pool, it's a possibility.
As far as the "danger," I think I've already discovered that possibility---without a sign to remind me.
Stay tuned for the next segment of "A Fool and Her Pool Could Be Soon Parted." Where IS Moses when I need him?
2 comments:
We have a similar type pool, though it is smaller, so I know what it is like to try to shift things around! This year, the ring around the top had sprung a slow leak, but we got things set up OK.
After all the rain we had in June, I hadn't been refilling the air in it on a regular basis and that, with all the rain, led to water escaping. We haven't tried to resurrect the darn thing yet. It is sitting the back yard with only about 2 inches of water in it. I am not sure if we'll just pitch it out or not.
Hope all goes well with yours! They are fun when things are going well. : )
Well, we're getting it filled up, and it's shaping up except for one corner, but so far so good.
And, it's functional, albeit not cosmetically perfect.
Fingers crossed.
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