Pool Blogging – Part Eleven (for real!)

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Dad Doesn’t Get Mad,

He Just Makes You Do It Again.

Howdy friends,

I went home to enjoy the very wet weekend and “pup-sit” while at the same time, a group of highly paid, highly skilled tile engineers set upon the spa at the Exxon-Mobil House to affect repairs. The verdict?

Their repair was so much worse than the originally terrible job and ITS subsequent repair that the entire innards of the spa had to come out.

All the tile, all of the plaster. All of it.

Then, while you’re at it, just go ahead and put all new tile in today.

…and maybe it might be a good idea to make it level this time…

Of course, to be fair I should mention that the guys that the tile contractor sent out today were very conscientious (could it be due to the fact that Dad was hovering over them every step of the way?), but why did he send the junior varsity squad out the first time? Has he learned his lesson perhaps? Maybe?

I ended up doing a little more of what I came here to do. I finished up a little more wiring, made sure that the motorized valves swung in the right direction—and in the direction that the computer thought that they were going. Nope, not too taxing at all. The rain has screwed us up. The tile and plaster guys have screwed us up. These jobs won’t be done until, you know, they’re done, so let’s get them done already!

Oh, and it’s going to rain heavily again tomorrow night. Lovely.

But you’re having a good week, aren’t you?

Your best pal,

bob

P.S. I thought I’d let you know that the photos are doctored to remove the tile company’s logo from the gentleman’s shirt and to obscure the logo on their truck. And that’s my dirty little disclosure of the day. You’re welcome.