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.
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.