>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 biggest task was removing the water without flooding our backyard and sunroom. 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 saw the puddle of water collecting across the street in our neighbor’s recessed gravel driveway. If this was 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. Seems simple, but the new route meant a perilous trip through my cactus garden for the flimsy blue hose. Despite our cautious efforts, we managed to puncture the hose repeatedly. Thank heavens for water-proof duct tape and Tennis Fiend’s eternal patience.

The next hour and a half went swimmingly. The vacant lot gratefully 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 that 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 drain 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 yeilded only a piddlely 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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