I'll not hear any of that nonsense about how it's almost over and it's not worth getting that rassafrackin' pool filled. Summer has another month left and dammit I am gonna be in that damn pool before the snow flies if it's the last thing I do! Got that?! The third attempt will be successful! It will! So what if it took over 4 weeks to find the ONE LEVEL SPOT ON THIS WHOLE PROPERTY. It's level now I'll have you know! I've been in it, the water's up to my knees, and if the water pump in the cellar doesn't burn out, and if the breaker panel doesn't start smoking from the pump working overtime, so help me I'm filling that pool tomorrow, filter and chlorine and all, and I am going to spend THE NEXT THREE WEEKS IN THAT POOL.
Rural water pressure is lame. And also turns things orange.
I dreamed last night that we drained it and set it up in the corral. The horses took a dump in it, so we had to drain it again and clean it.
Make it stop.
On a happier note, skimming leaves and bugs and stuff is pleasantly hypnotic. Good thing, eh?
I'm a bad swimmer, actually, but an awesome pool skimmer...