{sigh} Quarter to four in the afternoon, and NO WORD from the adorable Pool Dude.
This is decidedly not a good sign. It’s only 100 degrees in the shade of the back patio. But most humans — even the Arizonan variety — think of that as on the high side of cozy. So it’s real unlikely that our guy will be around this afternoon.
A fair amount of debris — mostly leaves and pieces of decrepit palm fronds — litters the pool just now. It needs to be vacuumed up, or it will stain the plaster and get into the machinery, causing all sorts of fun chaos.
I do hope our boy isn’t back in the slam.
Yeah: a fair number of pool dudes are criminals out on parole. One of the vocational programs the state prisons provide is training in pool cleaning and maintenance. So a lot of these guys are…questionable, one might say.
Welp. What to do now?
Hmmmm…
Give him another week to show up, and if he doesn’t appear by next weekend, lasso in another pool dude.
Should be able to find another of those over at the nearest Leslie’s Pool stores — the Funny Farm is equidistant between two of those. Most of the time you can just walk in and ask the clerk for a referral. but otherwise you can lurk around pretending to study some purchase, and when a guy surfaces, ask him if he wants a job.
And yes: they do all want a job! 😀