The Cement Pond Outback

A crew arrived with a pump yesterday, and they turned this:

Into this:

Tom went out after work to rescue some stranded frogs.  He gave up when one little guy insisted on hopping right back in.

Look how deep it is!

On the first level.

After the lowest step, and it still slopes deeper.

And here you can see how much work still needs to be done to get it cleaned up and ready to refill.

The surface has to be scrubbed clean, scraped and repainted.  The tiles look intact, but we'll inspect to be sure.

Next trip to the city we plan to purchase a pool chemical check kit.  We've been told that routine maintenance can consist of the pool service just randomly tossing in chlorine.  Looks like I'll need to brush up on my boss personna.  That is what it took to get the paint crew to actually do the job they were paid to do.  Of course, if their supervisor had actually made the effort to supervise, it might not have needed to happen.  And oddly, the more demanding I was, the more they wanted to please me.  The quality of work improved.  Perhaps they needed what everyone needs, someone to appreciate their work.  Not to leave with the ugly, here are some more pretty plants.  The purple vine grows next to the pool, and this hibiscus is visible from our kitchen window.