Close the pool and eat hearty
A cold nose in the lower back is much better than an alarm clock; that’s something else the dog knows too well. Before dawn, the message is clear. Outside beckons.
And so at 05h30, I attached the lead to his collar and sent him out to explore. And then, I waited. Usually, the tour is short. Today, with no sign from his hairiness, I pulled on the lead (after opening the door) and brought back a collar and medallions. The rest of the set was gone. This doesn’t happen (very/too) often, and panic is wasted, so I continued to wait. Fully an hour later, the door opened and the dog returned, pleased that I hadn’t left.
Thus starts the day. No desire to go back to bed, what with hot coffee and a bagel and/or muffin mix. I continued reading about the tribulations of the heat pump owners. Like everything else, there’s a dark side that merits little mention in the glossy brochures. I now have a better grasp of the challenges that could await.
The shutdown season is at hand, and today I drained the pool. Not very strenuous; throw the filter into backwash mode and go watch the weekly football match. Come back in a few hours and turn off the power (and the water flow). I’ll unhook the hoses and hide the filter pump tomorrow, after documenting the connections for the next owner.
We did something different for supper, when a Raclette was pulled out of storage. With veggies, ‘taters, sausages and melted cheeses, we dined in leisure. Don’t contemplate the effect on our circulatory systems, please.
