The Big Hole. I Mean My Mouth.

Rangsima called me last night, and said basically the one thing that was more important to her than anything else in the world was draining my pool as soon as possible, tearing tiles out, replacing them, shellacking the whole thing, and putting it back together.

Well... she basically was telling me what she thought I wanted to hear.

You see, last time I saw Rangsima, I told her that I wanted the pool cleaned as it hadn't been cleaned in 4 days. I was bitching about Tui. Tui told Rangsima that the reason that the pool wasn't clean is that the water keeps draining out and the water coming in from the city is milky white, which is why my water is so discolored. I was referring to the big pile of dead leaves on the bottom.

Anyway, Rangsima figured I was bitching about the cloudy water, which — she is right — really can't be fixed until the pool itself is fixed. So, if I wanted a clean (read: clear) pool, the fixin' would have to be done.

So, bright and early at 6:00 this morning, two industrial-strength straws were put in my pool, and by 9:00 my pool was a hole, and by 10:00 there were little workers with little jackhammers working at hammering the jack out of my pool... hole.

What's funny is that it was precisely this situation I was trying to avoid by agreeing to move to the bigger house next door in the first place. If I hadn't bitched about the pool in the first place...

Ah well.