Of course, we had nothing much planned for Sunday because it was the final day of the Tour de France. It was going to be a great day of rest for Mike, because if there's one thing that's better to sleep to than Golf on TV, it's Cycling on TV (though I didn't miss a stage).
1st, we discovered our Chlorine Generator wasn't working so... after a couple of hours in our spider filled, damp, and unventilated pump room under the pool, he was unable to salvage the new Chlorine Generator which apparently took a lightning hit. Bummer, it's less than 2 months old...
No sooner did the old boy start his recovery nap from that ordeal than I realized we had no water. The well drama went on and on. The easy thing would have been to screw the pipe into the hole, to pull the cable to the "Pitless Adaptor" and lift the whole thing up... No such luck, the cable to the release thingy was not attached anymore and the pipe wouldn't screw in. Eventually, with lots of improvising, 6 lbs of sweat, and 3 hours later, Mike got the #@$%-ing out of the little hole. He even got it fixed 1/2 an hour before guests were supposed to arrive. My hero! Nothing like living in luxury and asking your guests if they wouldn't mind flushing the toilet with buckets of pool water.
The moral of this story is that it is easier to be "Cadillac Woman" than it is to be "Construction Man. "
1 comment:
He deserves the yellow jersey for that performance.
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