Another Monday

Saturday afternoon after "googleing" pool companies, I finally found one company that actually answered the phone.

I explained that I had just blown up the filter system.

He didn't act surprised. In fact, he told me that he had heard of that happening before.

After I described the damage to him, he let me know real quick that it would have to be replaced 100%. A filter designed to keep air pressure that has blown up and broken can't be fixed. Hey, a person can wish..... but I made arrangements to get on his schedule for Thursday of the week to have it replaced.

I figured I was about the be another $1k in debt and was pleasantly surprised at a $400 estimate, but as it turns out I don't know how much more in debt I am.

Seee..... ummm...

After blowing up the filter I was kinda frantic, depressed, and frantically calling pool companies, and scribbling down names and numbers from recorded messages. I was very happy when Chris answered the phone and I made arrangements to have the filter system replaced.

Even more surprising is that I arrived home from work on Monday to find pool repair people in my backyard replacing the filter. Seems a "pool down" takes priority and they got there as soon as they could.

They were also sub-contractors and as soon as they replaced my old cartridge pool filters with the new sand fitration system, they left.

They left without giving me a bill.

They left without me knowing what company had arranged for them to fix my pool.

They left without giving me an invoice.

All that I have is my original panic note from Saturday ... with a million names, numbers, notes, and with no clue who I owe.

I can't wait to get this collections phone call. oy.

Mother's Day Weekend

The weekend began great. It's always nice with all the boys home. And things were just humming pachingly along.... and then Saturday hit.

I woke up early and thought I'd do some work on the dPOD (the former damn pool of doom).

We've just 'opened' the pool, which means that the cover came off, new water added and the chemical warfare has now commenced.

Opening the ppol also means that the three large filters must be pulled out and sprayed off a few times a week to help the cleansing process. The filters are about 3 feet high and when wet, weigh a substantial amount. But it needs to be done. And so I did.

I pulled out the first filter and then I pulled out the second filter, and then I pulled out my back out.

*pop* *pop* *pop*.

yea. great. just freakin great.

So I hobbled my old ass back up stairs, took some Motrin, cussed myself for my stupidity and laid down, waiting for a son to wake up and help finish.

A few hours later (they're kids, they sleep til noon) one son wandered downstairs and I enlisted him.

He pulled out the remaining filter, we hosed them down, put them back in the filter housing (it looks like a really big weber grill) and then things went really, really, really bad.

Really.

Bad.

Apparently son didn't tighten the "O" ring enough on the filter housing and when I turned on the pump motor, about 3 seconds later...

KABOOOOOOM!

Yea. Um.. I blew up my pool filter.

broke. kaboom. blew fuckin UP.

Ever try to find a pool repair company on a Saturday?

umm.. yea.