Leftovers
The pool pump is finally in working order and I managed to clear the blockage out of the vacuum line. Now all I have to do is finish scooping out the foot-deep pile leaves that have settled into the deep end and the kids can go swimming. Right now I am wishing I hadn’t been so cheap on the pool cleaning supplies because a leaf cleaner would be really handy right now. Vacuuming entails stopping every few minutes to clear the pump of debris and cursing myself for being so tightfisted.
As Memorial Day approaches (one of many American holidays where we celebrate excessive drinking and the burning of expensive cuts of meat on various outdoor gas and/or charcoal grills, despite the fact that most of us have perfectly functional ovens and ranges indoors), I find myself concentrating more and more on the things I still have left to do. The pool is at a point chemically where I cannot (or should not) mess with it for another eight hours. I planted the Wisteria this morning. I still have several acres of mowing, the cleaning of the grills, the moving of the lava rocks and the murdering of the damned patio weeds to look forward to before Monday. Since we are expecting company, I should probably also shave and bathe sometime before then as well.
And who says politicians don’t have a sense of humour? Here’s Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas playing peekaboo during a conference in the West Bank:
(image shamelessly linked to from canada.com)
