Someone Pead In Our Pool.
June 19th, 2008 by trancejen
The pool has been open for two weeks. Two weeks of swimming, frolicking with inner tubes, kids tracking water through the house, merriment. I sit outside and read or drink beers with my friend from kickboxing when she brings her kids over. It’s been a slice.
Yesterday I walked outside to find that the pool had turned a phosphorescent green overnight.
The green is luminous. I found it hard to turn my eyes away.
The pool has only been open for two weeks. It is a large pool, or at least the largest of the Easy-Set varieties. It would be a big, fat, hairy bitch to drain.
I called my mother.
“It’s green.”
“A little green?”
“A lot green.”
“Are the kids swimming in it?”
“They’re looking at it with some trepidation and murmuring about alien poop.”
“Put some more chlorine tablets in.”
“Somehow I don’t think that’s going to do it. This is Kermit The Frog green I’m talking about, here.”
I put more chlorine tablets in. I put Ph chemical in. I tested the water with little testing strips. I remained a clueless pool owner, and the pool remained green.
The J-Man and his friend wrinkled their noses. “Hey,” they called to the neighbor kids. “Come look at our green pool!!”
Shit.
My mother arrived home and together we stared silently into the murky green depths.
“You haven’t cleaned it enough.”
“Bullshit, I’ve been cleaning it every day.”
“They why is it green?”
“I am utterly confused. The filter is running. The chemicals are in place. The universe is aligned properly. The pool is green.”
We stared, willing it to turn clear with our eyes.
The internet told us to buy algaecide, so today we are purchasing algaecide. If that doesn’t work, we are draining the damned pool.
Sometimes I wonder whether it’s more trouble than it’s worth, merriment notwithstanding.
I also wonder whether the kids are right about the alien poop.
Happy Thursday.
LA wrote on 06/19/08 at 4:52 pm :
Everything in the world is broken or weird at the moment, it’s freaky how fucked up stuff is right now. Hunker down and wait a couple days before trying anything drastic. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you dink around with that pool. It’ll go fubar like GBW’s milk coolers and latest batch of cheese, my blender and stove and alarm clock, Mick’s computer, Nan’s cell phone, etc, etc. Bad moon, sweetie. Ride it out. ~LA
Amanda wrote on 06/19/08 at 5:42 pm :
Defiantly Aliens