I'm not looking for pity here, (well, maybe just a little...) but I need to go on and on a bit about my poor pool. If you look closely, you'll see what I mean.
Right after Scott died, I got my pool open and almost immediately, I realized I was losing water. Long story, short, my dear friend, Bob, scubaed (is that a word?) around and found the main leak and I was good for a while. The problem never completely went away and we decided it was time to resurface and fill in some cracks.
My pool is an ancient behemoth of a concrete pool. It's big and fun and I love it. So do my grands. Anyway, I digress. This is where the real yanging starts.
In my monster grief period, I made the grievous error of hiring my housekeeper's husband for the job. I'd love to spray his name and hers as well, but I've gone back to church. You know what I mean? So, this guy sold me a bill of goods about his experience etc. And I bought it hook, line, and sinker. His wife was his biggest cheerleader. Did I mention she is no longer employed by me??
I payed this dude an enormous amount of money (not going to disclose because you will all know what an idiot I am) and he destroyed my pool. He ground down the cement so it is irreparable and he annihilated my vinyl walls. All the while, filling my trash cans with cement dust which he never emptied, but topped with plenty of beer cans.
Mind you, I will still in a pretty catatonic place, so I should never have decided to do this, but, well, I did.
The green t-shirt in the pic is my brother-in-law, Paul, who has busted his tail trying to fix what the first guy totally messed up.
Pool opening used to be the best day of the year. Now it incites that anger in my soul at my stupidity and the sheer maliciousness of people who prey on the vulnerable.
Note to ALL: They say don't make big decisions the first year. I'm here to tell you that is the truest statement! If you find yourself in a place where you need to make a big decision and you are in an emotional quagmire, call me. I will talk you through it. Seriously, call me! I'm your "Don't do it in year one" advocate.
Rant over. As always, thanks for reading my rambling thoughts!