The Painting of the Pool

Twelve gallons of pool paint. The square footage of our pool indicates that ten gallons will cover it. Past experience has taught us to get a little extra ....

You cannot paint when the pool is in direct sunlight. Another lesson learned through experience. This what was accomplished by four people in one evening. We got the sidewalls done and most of the deep end. We only had two handle extenders and the men snatched them up right away. Marty and Michelle help us get the pool ready to open every year. This was the first year they helped paint. We all started with great enthusiasm, sure we could knock it out in just one evening.

With four people, we all started n the walls and then when we reached a certian spot, the men started on the floor. Michelle and I were left to fish the walls and cut into the edges that the rollers couldn't reach. After two hours it was apparent to all of us that we would not finish before it was too dark to see. We were also giddy from the paint fumes. I think we may have gotten a little loud with our laughter.

We had to quit as night fell. Seven gallons of paint had been slathered on. I decided to try my old trick with the plastic bag and freezer to preserve the rollers. The men were doubtful about my technique. But it worked and the next evening found the same foursome with the same rollers .... and two more extenders. When we got down to gallon number twelve we were all tripping over each other, so Michelle and I graciously departed and let the men finish.

Smurf blue. It is curing and there are a few more minor things to pick up and the water.

I woke this morning with a blinding headache. I suppose my fatique has caught up with me. I have so much that I need to do, but have decided to lay low until it is completely gone. I ventured out into the sun twice and only made things worse.

So here I sit, pondering the oddities of life and wondering what the holiday weekend will bring my way. So, I will share with you a joke I heard this weekend ....

A man enters a bar and takes a seat next to another on a barstool. He bemoans his lot in life, wishing he had more money and had not fallen on hard times. The man next to him suggests that he consult the genie in the men's room and ask that a wish be granted. He figures he has nothing to lose and seeks out the genie.

He returns to his stool and his companion is startled to see that the man's shirt is covered with ducks. He asks his new friend if he found the genie. "Yes, I did. I think he may be hard of hearing, though, because I asked for a million bucks, not ducks!"

"Well, that explains my 15" Bic!"