Showing posts with label Ick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ick. Show all posts

Monday, July 19, 2010

The pool is open!




We don't have a finished room in the house, but man, we've got ourselves one hell of a nice pool.

Did I show you what it looked like last summer? Probably. Here's one from last week:



Mosquito Control actually put fish (gambusia) in there a couple of years ago. So as bad as it looked, mosquitoes didn't do much breeding there.

We found this guy in there the day before the renewal started:



By the time the pool was drained, there was a second one in there too. They finally had to be lifted out of there, because they weren't going on their own. Actually, they tried but they couldn't make it up the sides of the pool on their own.

This guy was far braver (or more stupid) than anyone I've met.



I asked him if he'd had his shots; he just looked at me funny.



It took most of the day to pump all of that nasty water and sludge out; he ended up shoveling I don't know how many buckets of really smelly stuff and hauling it out.





One guy stuck his hand down the *urk* drain to try to dislodge the 3 years' (at least) worth of crap while the smarter guy owner of the pool company power washed the rest of the pool.



By that evening, the pool was clean and dry.



And this guy decided to come back to see if it was safe to sun himself on the ledge again.



He isn't the brightest bulb. He repeatedly ran head-first into the fence attempting to leave the yard. He finally realized that *climbing* the fence was his best option.







I'm glad he didn't challenge me; he is one strong booger.



The next morning another crew came and did some stuff. I can't remember exactly what went on. The mosquitoes were so bad that I wasn't going to hang around taking photos, so I mostly took them out the upstairs window, which some idiot badly covered with tinted vinyl to reduce heat from the sun, a pretty much ill-fated attempt.

They spread this thick icky brown muck on the surfaces of the pool and left it to dry overnight.



The next day was Aggregate Day, but it rained all the night before (too bad we weren't filling the pool then, as there were about 6" of water in the pool the next morning) and until 2 p.m. As soon as the sun came out, the crew was back mixing and spreading and sculpting aggregate. They were professionals; they could have decorated a wedding cake, they are so good.




That guy, and the next one, spent the entire time on the steps. Two other guys did the rest of the pool.



They spent hours just smoothing the aggregate. I'm very impressed by the job they did. And it was 94 degrees that day, and the mosquitoes were biting. They finished after dark and returned Thursday morning to acid wash the pool and start filling it.

And by Thursday afternoon, my birthday, there was enough water that we could test our pool.

It's seven feet deep at the deep end; I don't swim and I don't put my head under water, so I use a float when I head in that direction.

The water straight from the hose is about 85 degrees, so it was very comfortable right away. When we take showers, we barely use any hot water at all.

Then *dum dum dum dummmm* the salt marsh mosquitoes descended the next day as we got into the pool. Within 5 minutes they'd driven us out. That happened again the next two days. Today we were able to stay in for about half an hour before they got too bad. Those are the little f^ckers that carry dengue fever, which is making itself known in the Keys and Miami. Lucky us. Regular mosquitoes aren't enough for us.

Mosquito Control said that they're working their way up the Keys and would try to hit us over the weekend, but it doesn't appear that has happened yet. We'll keep calling, because dammit, we have a POOL and we want to use it!

I just hope the crabs and the iguana don't jump in while I'm in there.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

A-freaking-men

From MSN's Most Cringeworthy Men ( 1=32001">http://men.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=8021998>1=32001 )

"The "Burger King"

You know who we're talking about. It's that guy from the Burger King ads wearing tights and a giant plastic head, the one lurking around every corner with a Whopper or a breakfast croissant hidden behind his back. Is he really a "man," in the same sense as everyone else on this list? We don't think it matters. Sure, it's hard to get all cringed out over someone who is essentially just an advertising gimmick, but there's something about that unsettlingly large plastic head with its frozen stare and overeager grin that makes us uneasy. One thing's for sure: We would never accept any food offered by him, no matter what kind of tray he serves it on, or how long he's been standing there at the foot of our bed."



Aaaaannnnnnnnnddddddddd..........

"Tom Cruise

Not only did Tom jump on Oprah's couch, he nearly pinned her down in a weird hand tackle-hug! (Search "Tom Cruise Kills Oprah" on YouTube for a hilariously doctored 15-second clip.) Yet for as much ridicule as Cruise has received, the couch incident had an upside: It was probably the most spontaneous thing he's done in the media in years. Most of Cruise's public appearances, like Oprah's recent damage-control visit to his Colorado retreat, feel like public relations attempts to maintain the image of a man who has it all together. Where is the fun guy who danced in his underwear in "Risky Business" or who buzzed the tower in "Top Gun"? Sure, Cruise was in character in those moments, but the Tom of 2008 seems more interested giving unsolicited advice on postpartum depression or arguing with Matt Lauer on "Today." Sorry Mav, we've lost that lovin' feeling."