Hubby Dear is going to hate me after today.
But I just can’t resist.
I am compelled to tell you what we did last Friday.
First I have to tell you the part that will make HD hate me.
We have an above ground pool. This was MY idea NOT HD’s. He couldn’t care less about having a swimming pool. I only managed to talk him into it the year he bought his Harley. Tricky of me, huh?
The deck is just a little higher than the pool, facing South, and gets very hot. So we have a couple of sun umbrellas on the deck to keep the sun off. HD made weights/stands for the umbrellas by filling a couple of 5 gallon buckets with cement with a tube in the center where the umbrella could be planted. Smart, huh? Oh – and by the way – he painted them lawn furniture green to match the deck furniture. He’s no slouch.
Here comes the not-so-smart part. One VERY hot summer day three years ago HD decides to cool off in the pool. It’s in the sun so to create some shade for himself he sits the umbrella AND the bucket on the edge of the deck. Now this would have probably been fine, but he had the umbrella angled so it was not standing up straight. It was windy that day. It’s always windy in Kansas.
So yep, you guessed it. The wind caught the umbrella and over it went into the pool. I was sitting in the craft room watching him while doing some craft or another. It was like slow motion. I saw the umbrella go, jumped up, and ran out the door. Just in time to see the bucket of cement fall with a thump to the bottom of the pool. At the same time my heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. You can probably guess what the sharp edge of that bucket did to the bottom of the pool!
My precious pool!!! I’ve wished for you ALL my life. I love you with all my heart. What will I do without you?
HD says “WHERE IS THAT POOL PATCH KIT?!!!!!” So with my heart aching and tears in my eyes, I run inside, grab the kit and we quickly read the instructions. Hubby Dear gets the patch ready and jumps into the pool to apply it. But he can’t stay on the bottom!! Keeps floating to the top!! He needs something to weight him down!!
So I jump into the pool – clothes and all – and stand on his back to hold him down.
Whew!! The patch seems to be working so all is well and we go back to – whatever.
So now the patch has held for three years, but that’s about the life expectancy of a pool patch. This summer – when the water was warm – I told him the patch was coming up on the edges and we should probably replace it before we closed the pool for the winter.
OH, procrastination – thou art my middle name.
Now the pool temperature is 68 degrees. Not exactly ambient. We’re finally closing the pool after trying 2 weeks ago but finding the new cover had holes in it and trying to get a replacement and waiting for it to arrive.
Friday was THE DAY. HD had resigned himself to braving the cold water in order to save my precious pool. This is definitely MY love language!
On the other hand, I didn’t see any reason why I should have to get into that cold water.
So when it came time he had it all arranged and laid out……more of my love language.
He would go down and remove the old patch and clean the area while I prepared the patch with the adhesive and handed it down to him.
And how would he stay down there long enough to get er done? Well, I would stand on the edge of the deck and apply the long handled pool sweeper to his back and push him down and hold him down!
Can you picture it?! Me. Standing on the edge of the deck. Holding my Hubby Dear down on the bottom of the pool with a long handled broom! What a macabre feeling that was.
And if there had been a Google spy plane overhead taking pictures for Google Earth??? I’d be blogging from jail right now!!
Actually I really wish I COULD have had a photo of that!!!
Sorry about the bruises on your back Hubby Dear.
Love you guys!