A Draining Weekend

For the past two days, Egor and I have been emptying our swimming pool for repairs and repainting. The process started two weeks ago when I removed the chlorine feeder to make the water environmentally friendly for disposal. Since the water has become increasingly green, we had to empty the pool this weekend.

Our main task was removing the water without flooding our backyard and sunroom. So, we bought 100 feet of vinyl hose, connectors, and hose clamps. After attaching the hose to our backwash/drain outlet, we extended the hose to our driveway and began the eight-hour process of pool draining.

 Ten minutes later, I gasped when I glimpsed the puddle of water collecting across the street in our neighbor’s recessed gravel driveway. If this were the damage in ten minutes, in eight hours, we would have washed their entire house down to I-25. Time for Plan B. We rerouted the hose into the empty lot north of us. It seems simple, but the new route meant a perilous trip through my cactus garden with the flimsy blue hose. Despite our cautious efforts, we punctured the hose repeatedly. Thank heavens for water-proof duct tape and Egor’s eternal patience.

The next hour and a half went swimmingly. The vacant lot drank up the water, and the neighbors did not need to break out their canoes. Then, the pool pump lost pressure! To fix it, we added running water from a garden hose to the skimmer. Three hours later, we turned off the pump and went to bed, intending to finish Sunday. At 4:am, I woke up remembering I forgot to turn off the water to the skimmer. D’Oh!

In the morning, the next several hours of draining were routine. Our only problem was me.  I wanted to siphon the last portion of water into a grassy area by the pool house. When we shut off the pump to disconnect and reposition a hose segment, we could not re-prime the pump.  An hour of tinkering yielded only a piddly little stream. Bailing a hundred slimy buckets of pool water by hand seemed like a real possibility. Fortunately, the pump mysteriously gurgled back into life and I got to play fireman and water the plants. Yay!

 

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