Yesterday, the plan was to clean and organize my six-year-old hooligan’s bedroom. He has a sentimental attachment to every itty-bitty little soldier-man he has ever played with. He also will not give away ANY of his stuffed animals, and ummm, let’s just say he has A LOT.
So I figured we could get rid of everything else, keep the zoo and things will be fine. Yeah right, three hours into it, and every broken toy has a name and a story. He’s not budging.
We decide to take a break, eat lunch and maybe with some pasta and a snickerdoodle in his tummy I could convince him we don’t really need all 4,682 army men.
While downstairs, I notice the gate to the pool pump/filter area is open. I go outside to close the gate and notice water is streaming out of one side of the pool pump pipe. It’s not a flood, but it’s a steady flow.
I turn off the pump. Tighten the fittings. Open secondary filter basket. Re-tighten seal. Freak out a little. Make the sign of the cross. Turn pump back on. Still leaking.
Turn off pump. Cuss a lot. Unscrew valves. Re-tighten. Still cussing. Make sure 0-ring in lid is secure. Re-tighten. Turn on pump. Still leaking.
Cuss even louder.
Look everywhere for a possible crack in the PVC pipe. Kneel on rocks while doing this. Eyes water because of the pain. Don’t see anything.
Get camera. Take pictures of other side of pipe I can’t see. Upload photos. Study them. No visible crack anywhere.
Frustrated. And pissed. Go back outside.
Re-tighten everything. I mean everything. Check washers. Still freaking out. Turn on pump. LEAKING. Jump up and down in full adult tantrum mode. (Does that ever solve anything?)
Re-check valves. Turn on pump again. NOW PUMP WILL NOT EVEN PRIME. NOT EVEN PRIME! CRAP. WHY, why, why. At least it was priming before. What’s happening?
Look at pressure gage. Open valve and release air. Re-tighten valve. Now, I can’t even get any pressure head. Ahhhhhhhh! Where’s my pressure?
Decide to calm down. Tell myself I understand how a positive displacement pump works. Think for a minute about it’s various mechanisms and a plan of action. I try about 89 other things. Still. Not. Working. Repeat very choice words, over and over. And over.
Have gone in and out of the gate so many times now I have broken the latch. Crap.
Decide to call the Wild Boar. Tell him everything I’ve done. Freak out at him when he tells me I must be missing something. Email photos to him. We look at the pipes together. Can’t figure it out.
It also didn’t help matters that it was close to ninety degrees outside, I was sweating to death and now my butt was wet from sitting in puddles of water and rocks.
Now the kids are whining because I never finished making them lunch because this whole disaster distracted me.
Now I look at the pool and it’s slightly murky. Somehow in all the turning off/on of the pump I potentially backflowed some diatomaceious earth back into the pool. I cuss. Loudly.
Now pump doesn’t work at all. Still freaking out I call the pool repair guy. They can’t be here until Wednesday. Beg him. It’s not going to happen. I will potentially have a swamp by then. I freak out, again. Make the sign of the cross one more time.
Go back outside and super-chlorinate the pool. Try to not inhale the fumes.
I have now crossed my fingers, legs and eyes and hope the pool doesn’t turn green. I will spend every available minute brushing and cleaning the pool until the illusive repair guy shows up. I wish Joe the plumber was available, I’m sure he could take care of it.
It all sucks, especially since I have been so diligently caring for that suck-the-life-out-of-you-hole-in-the-ground in my backyard.
I really, really, really don’t want to replace the pool pump, again! But, I guess I don’t want a green swamp either.
And if this wasn’t enough, I then get a call that the neighbor of our vineyard property has ruined a portion of our road.
He asked us if he could remove as much wood as he could off of our land so he could sell it as firewood. Even though we really didn’t want anyone on the property screwing with the major investment we are putting into developing it, we agreed. Vineyard soil is delicate but we figured he would respect that.
Well, the neighbor decided to not just remove the already fallen logs from our property, but he and another guy started cutting and dragging logs from a hard to reach spot on his land using our road. They then drug these logs over a barbed wire fence (that is now destroyed) and by doing so pushed parts of the very narrow road, which is on a very steep slope, away. This has made the road more narrow and impassable by the heavy equipment currently on the property.
We like the neighbors but unfortunately they have lived there so long I think they feel they sort of own this piece of land and kind of just do as they please.
The Wild Boar had to go tell him the road needs to be repaired immediately and it might take an engineer to get it done right. It’s not an easy fix, as it’s a dirt road on a steep hillside slope. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
This is not good my friends. Not good.
Shortly after that I went back upstairs to find the a/c unit had stopped functioning. I had a slight heart palpitation. Then recalled everything I’ve ever learned about refrigeration, thought about it. Put those principles into play and fixed it! Ha! I beat the system. Finally.
Pool pump you may have stumped me but air conditioning I’ve got you covered.
My six-year-old then asked since everything is breaking if we should just go to a hotel. Whatever.
Needless to say I am annoyed, can you tell?
Thanks for listening to my day from hell.
This is how I felt today, so this is all I could muster. The six-year-old hooligan is imitating the swamp thing that will most likely emerge from the pool if the pump is not repaired soon! Nice huh?