Yep. Barely dawn and all Hell is already breaking loose. Jeez! WHY does all the sh!t happen at once?
Latest antic: I go to flush the toilet and the thing goes SSSWWWWSHHHHHHHHHHHH and sprays water all over the goddam bathroom!
Sheee-ut! and oh well: now all the fixtures and counters are nice and clean in there.
Meanwhile, I’ve gotta get someone over here to fix Harvey the Hayward Pool Cleaner, so thoughtfully trashed by yesterday’s workman.
This means, presumably, I have to approach some other pool company, since I suspect that “trashing” was a deliberate act. Because…it appears the pool dude stole several lengths of hose.
Dammit!!!!!!!
Now I’ll have to call a bunch of neighbors to find out who they’re hiring, and then call around and call around and call around until I find someone to come fix this stuff.
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Grrr grrr grrrrrrrrrrrrr…..
Okay, I capitulated and called my regular pool company. Told them “someone” (har har) made off with several lengths of pool hose…and blah blah blah.
They’re supposedly gonna send someone over to try to fix that. Which means I get to sit here and sit here and sit here and sit here until the guy shows up. If he ever does. Then try to explain what’s happened….and good luck with that.
Dammmit!!!!!!!!!
I’m beginning to understand why my neighbor drained her pool several years ago and leaves it dry.
There surely is something to be said for that.
Problem is, when you go to sell the house after leaving a pool empty for Gawd only knows how long, you’re looking at a WAD of EXPENSIVE repair bills.
Plus your back yard is graced by an ugly hole in the ground.
Better to keep the thing up from day to day, than to have hundreds or thousands in bills just as you’re ready to move out.
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Ugh!! This deluge of crapola is beginning to make the prospect of moving into a old-folkerie like the Beatitudes almost look good. At least there, someone else has to ride herd on the repairs.
But…sheee-ut. Just look at the joys promised by that link. Ain’t that just ducky? You, too, can shed your household headaches by locking yourself up in a prison for old duffers.
You get to shed your cash, too. Those places grab every penny you’ve got in exchange for shepherding you into the next world. Such was the case with my father. Seriously: his old-folkerie glommed virtually all of his life savings. AND….he made a good living as a sea captain, plus he was one of the great tightwads of the Western World. So he had a sh!tload of money for them to snatch away from him.
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Dayum! But I’m MAD AS A CAT over that stolen pool equipment.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I guess if I’m gonna drain the damn pool, I’ll need to have some sort of platform built over it.
The next-door neighbor hasn’t done that. She just has an empty hole in the ground back there. Looks like HELL, and for my taste renders the back porch/yard essentially unusable.
You can bet she hasn’t covered it with a platform because any such thing will cost a goddam arm and a leg. So I should spend hundreds or more likely thousands of dollars to cover the hole in ground with a wooden deck?
goddammit i don’t wanna do that.
Helle’s belles. Maybe I’d do better to jury-rig repairs to the dam thing now, then put the house on the market, sell up, and move into the horrifying Beatitudes.
But..to coin a phrase:
goddammit i don’t wanna do that.
I just LOATHE congregate living. And I do NOT want to live in a dormitory for old buzzards.
GAAAAAAAHHH! STOP THE WORLD! I WANNA GET OFF!!!!!