August 30, 2004
The Pump's Dead
No, you haven't mistaken this blog for Gutrumbles, but stranger things have happened.
No, the pool pump is dead. It was working fine Saturday, and when I went out back Sunday I noticed an eerie calm. I checked everything, of course. Switch was on. Motor switch was also on. Breaker was not tripped. Even the pool light GFI was fine. Nope, this was a dead dog.
I believe lightning got it. I had a microburst Sunday afternoon, and one bolt hit INCREDIBLY close. Lost my cable for an hour. I'm not saying the lightning hit my house, but if lightning was horseshoes, this was a fucking leaner.
Now I get to have the Surfside boys come out and give me a royal rogering. I'd buy a freaking pump motor online and overnight it, but there is the nagging feeling there may be something less than replacement involved. Pure speculative horseshit, of course. That never happens to me.
I believe I shall begin a ritual: on the first and fifteenth of each month I shall scrape the reluctant excrement from my ass with a $500 bill, then deliver it to one of the roaming zombie service trades constantly milling about my front yard. I normally ignore them, but apparently I have offended the Trade Gods. And I've always wanted to do that to McKinley, for some reason.