Well goddamnit. I just looked
at the radar and it looks like it is going to rain again tonight. Today, for
the third time, I re-did the patches in my swimming pool. I drained every last
drop of water out of the pool over a week ago and patched the bottom of the
pool where bits of the "Diamond Brite" had peeled away. That first
time I patched it up, it rained like a bitch later that night, ruining my patch
job. So I consulted the weatherman and re-patched it again. The weatherman
lied. It poured rain a second time. Each time it rains, the deep end of the pool
where the patches are needed, fills up with water a couple of feet deep.
Anyway, I again drained the pool yesterday and waddled down into the deep end
with my handy scraper. My intent was to dig out the damaged patches so that I
could again re-patch. As I made my way down, one of the flip-flops that I was
wearing on my feet flipped and I flopped. Down into the deep end of the
swimming pool I went and I couldn't get up. Every time I tried to stand up, I
rolled back down into the lower bowl of the pool, like a broken Weeble doll.
Each time I rolled back down, it was accompanied by the word fuck being loudly
repeated over and over again. Seriously, nobody came to my aid, not even my
next door neighbor who I could hear putzing around on the other side of the
fence. Not Mark who was laying in bed watching The View. I was going to have to get out on my own. After many
failed attempts to remove myself from the deep end of the pool, I finally was
able to drag myself, covered in smeared concrete patching material, back up
into the shallow end.
I checked the weather. They
said there was no rain in the forecast for the next two days, so I did the
re-patch job today. Like I said, I just looked at the radar and there's a huge
blob of rain heading this way. Sonofabitch.
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