A shiny new pump
Out of bed, early, with a plan. Get the dog out from under the bed clothes and check if the bagels were still fit for anyone other than the dog. Silly… dogs don’t like bagels unless the human spreads cheese first. With that detail clear, on to other items on the list.
The pool. Try as I want, the skimmer would not open. Rubber mallets, bike chains, elbow grease. No go. And so with a wallet in reserve I was off to the pool store. The clerk was practical. I could replace all the parts on the pump that might be at cause (pressure below 2 psi), and have the whole thing fail soon after, or I could go for new. Thirteen years is a long time in the world of the pool. I took the hint, and went for something new and functional. Within the hour, the pressure was back up to a more reasonable 12 psi and I put that problem behind me. As a bonus, the new gear is much quieter.
Sometime after dark, when the water patrol is unable to see who might be “infracting” a couple of bylaws, I’ll start trying to fill the pool to capacity.
This was also a good evening (quiet house) to get another week of assignments done for one of my courses. The quiz part was simple. A review of content I’d learned back in the ’60s in a blitz to get through one year of music theory in three weeks. The performance part was also easy; particular notes stay where they belong on the fretboard, when I only need to play one at a time. Chords are a different game.
