Pool Blogging! – Part Five

Honey, you have just got to galvanize, know what I’m sayin’?

Most of the facade of the Exxon-Mobil House had been installed today. I snapped a shot for your approval, but photography doesn’t do the thing justice. Firstly, the front of the house is sheathed in sheet metal. That means that there’s sheet metal on the front of the house. Sheet metal. Solar radiation shielding. I just can’t get over it. At all.

Secondly, the front window is actually behind this metal-sheathed panel, so there’s no direct view to the street except through the front door itself. This is a guy who likes his privacy, no?

But I have to say, the pool looks nice with water in it, don’t you think? Now that this is done, the house becomes very striking to me. I think there’s a definite Fifties vibe going on here, but I’m no architecture major.

And this has been the hardest part to explain. “Yeah, so there’s a building that’s really the main house I guess… Um, it’s the living room and the kitchen – sort of – then you open the sliding glass doors, walk across the pool over a bridge, to get to the bedroom and office. Get it?”

I haven’t been able to explain it very well, but you can get the idea now that you can see the bridge. The pool guy hates it (try telling him that he has to vacuum underneath that, in Tagalog), but the homeowner loves it. Our lights are underneath the bridge, so I suspect that he’ll really enjoy it at dusk.

That, or he’ll see all the crap that the pool guy left behind.

Your best pal,

bob

P.S. I apologize for not responding to all of your mail in a timely manner, but the dial-up connection here is fairly poor. I can’t get much better than 38 Kbps out of these lines (and that’s off-peak!), so receiving mail, much less sending, has been a major endeavor. Yes, I admit it, I’m spoiled by the cable modem at home. I’ve been spoiled by the wireless network (which wouldn’t work here). I’m trying to remember what I used to do back in the olden times when dial-up was a way of life.

Stone knives and bearskins, people!