Slow drain forecast
There are limits. I don’t like wet feet, or gunk from the bottom of still water. In search of a fresh fish dinner I might have an interest, but when it comes to emptying the pool… strike out the, replace with that… there; feels better.
Given the deadline of removing a lot of stagnant water from the containment pond in the back .40, I decided that I’d better get started. After finding all the missing parts, and jury rigging the pump, I plugged things in and found that the suction was MIA. The section of hose that leads from the bottom drain to the four-way valve had split during the winter. No big deal; parts are available, but I didn’t feel like going out and testing my descriptive vocabulary in the hardware section of life. Instead, I wrapped a half roll of fibreglass tape around the wounded pipe and tried to carry on.
Turns out that air and water don’t mix well. I stayed “at it” until dark, alternately priming and pumping. Managed to remove about 30% of the standing water before deciding to go in and get dry(er). Tomorrow is another day. My only day. Let’s avoid panic, for now.
In yet another episode of paranoid governance, the employees of a certain federal ministry have received letters warning they’re not allowed to criticize the agency or the federal government. No dissention in the ranks. To quote: “I am aware that during this time of significant transition, the concept of loyalty can have a very particular meaning. However, as employees of the public sector, our duty is to support the elected government.”
Shades of a North Korean bad dream…
