So I stagger out to the backyard to be sure Harvey the Hayward Pool Cleaner is working properly…as he should be, after Pool Dude got finished with the job late y’day afternoon.
Should, eh?
Shoulda coulda woulda….
The damn thing isn’t hooked up properly. Nothing is working right. The bottom of the pool is showered in black dead leaves and debris.
Goddammmit!
Hotter….Than…The…Hubs!!!!
Shut down the system. Haul Harvey out. Clean the crap out of him, as best as possible. Disconnect the vacuum hose. Lay it out flat (so it won’t sear itself into a curled-up position like an angry cobra…). Burn feet on pavement. Some guy is outside the east wall. Check on that: apparently just a random workman.
Realize the debris all over the bottom of the pool is going to have to be vacuumed out. But I ain’t doin’ that in 112-degree heat.
Hm. It’s almost 3:30. Sun blasting away. Sheeee-ut!
Decide to leave Harvey on the deck until sunset, at which time it may be a little cooler out there. At that point, get the hose vacuum, scoop as much debris as possible, and then put Harvey back in the drink.
What fun.
Makes a box in the sky look good, doesn’t it?
Ah, dear. So sorry things have been so rough lately. I hope tomorrow is a better day. Hang in there!