Jill's Journal: Swim, swam ... sunk.

I’m feeling a bit like a kid that can hardly wait for Christmas morning to finally arrive. For not one summer, but now two, I’ve been waiting patiently for the day I can finally plunge this ol’ gal into the swimming pool I convinced my good friend, Sharon, that we should put in her backyard.

That day finally arrived last week.

But yet, I still have yet to plunge this ol’ gal into the water, much less a toe.

As the saying goes, “Patience is a virtue.”

This past weekend was to be our “maiden voyage.” The pool installers worked through Thursday digging up the ground, spreading the pile of sand that had been plunked on the road, and then piece by piece, connected the outer shell, installed the lining and capped it off. Next came the equipment to keep the water free from algae and all that other gunk that collects in pools, followed by way too many directions on just how to operate all of the mechanisms, where to put the chemicals, how flush out the filter and so on and so on.

The pool crew returned late Friday afternoon, but hence, forgot to bring the ladder or the solar cover that’s job is to warm up the water to an agreeable temperature sufficient for diving in. A promise was made he’d return the next day with our props, but Saturday came and went, and we stood idly by simply looking at a pool in which we still had no access to.

Now, it’s Mother Nature and the cooler temperatures she’s presented us in recent days that has us wondering if we’re even meant to dip our toes in the pool this summer. Of course, only time – and temperatures – will tell, because this ol’ gal is not much of a “polar plunger”.