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I wrote it last night around midnight, but Blogger put
Friday's date on it!
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I am sure you have had this experience--you have your day all planned out (or at least think you do), then something happens that changes your whole schedule. That's me today. I turned on the TV this morning, listened to a smattering of news, and then the weather forecast. That's what I really wanted to hear.
RAIN TOMORROW! (Not what I wanted to hear!) Well, there go my plans to 1) vacuum; 2) grocery shop; 3) grade Eng 102 papers; 4) grade Eng 102. . .already said that. That is what I really MUST do this weekend--grade papers so I can return them to the students next class. But with rain coming tomorrow, scrap all those plans and work on getting the dead rotting blecchy leaves off the pool cover.
We have an in-ground pool. We have had it since the fall of 1980! And every year, we devote two complete Saturdays to opening the pool and then closing the pool. In between, we try to enjoy it. One of the events I love to arrange, spontaneously usually, is to go out, round up some neighborhood kids, and have them come swim early in the year. That's a great way to get the water stirred around!
Before we can open the pool, we need to get all the leaves off the winter cover. Did I say "we"? Well, truth is my husband is the pool opener and closer expert. Most of it he does alone, so my contribution is getting the leaves off the cover. Now, this task is about as bleccchhy as it gets. The leaves are all over the cover (having blown in from seemingly ALL the trees in the neighborhood). They lie there in the collecting snow, ice, and rain. And they rot. And they reek of all that vegetative decay.
I have been working over the last several weeks to get all the leaves to one side of the pool cover, and using the pool pump to get rid of the excess water. Rain tomorrow will undo all my work to this point. So, let's get cracking. . .
The source (at least one culprit): our lovely maple tree beginning to bloom.


The tools of the trade.

The task ahead.

The finished task.
The inspection by local authority.


Task all done, I finally have time to walk around the yard and look at the continuing spring growth. The reward for finally finishing the task.


OK--work all done. . .must go shower NOW!