This week we had some visitors to our pool. Two ducks, a male and female, were swimming around in there last night. I was so pleased, I felt honored – they looked so sweet and somehow graceful (for ducks) as they swam effortlessly across the pool and back.
We started putting the pool in sometime in June 2010 and things went along pretty smoothly until about August, when the pool company forgot to get a permit….RIGHT BEFORE THEY POURED THE CONCRETE. And the problem is that what needed to be inspected was the electrical wire that goes UNDER the concrete. And they poured the concrete anyway and then of course, there was no way to inspect said wiring, other than by removing the concrete.
|Here’s the pool after concrete was poured but the inspection wasn’t done|
The worst part was, we’d already paid for everything since it was almost done, and so all fall and winter long, our lawyer sent letters to the pool company trying to make sure they were going to finish what they’d started.
Well, it’s now a year later and we’re still not done, but progress has been made. Two weeks ago, the masons crew came and jackhammered up all the previously done concrete.
Oh, that was lovely. And loud.
Then they relaid the wiring (which, by the way, was always in there anyway, just hadn’t been inspected in time prior to pouring concrete). And last week the pool inspector came out to see it and we passed inspection and got our “approved” sticker. Tomorrow, the mason is coming to pour the new concrete, and the fence goes up Tuesday. We’re getting there.
|This is the big mess we have now that they jack-hammered up all the poured concrete so that the inspector could see that the wiring was indeed under there.|
Since the pool isn’t going to be cleaned until all the new concrete is poured, it’s all green and looks kind of moldy and nasty in there.
As I said, I’m really pleased about the visitors, but my husband isn’t too happy with them. He seems to think they’re going to pollute the pool (it’s so damn polluted right now, what could they possibly do to make it worse, but I suppose he does have a point) and keeps shooing them away.
Please don’t tell him that my daughter and I actually fed them bread last night, or he’ll go ballistic.