Friday, June 24, 2005
I Got Dem Ol' Unfinished Pool Blues!
Well, the Crime Dog's Margaritaville West is coming along about as fast as a mushy cantaloupe. I have no idea what that means. It was just the first thing that came to mind that sounds really slow.
When we first set out on this journey, we thought we at least had a shot at swimming on Memorial Day Weekend.
BUZZZZZ! Wrong! But we have some nice parting gifts for you.
OK, mid-June is fine. No problem.
BUZZZZZ! Wrong again, Crime Dog! But by then we at least had concrete in our backyard hole instead of dirt.
All right, all right! You win, Paddock. We'll swim on the 4th of July weekend.
BUZZZZZZ! Oh, we're sorry, Crime Dog, you missed again!
You see, 4th of July weekend is still a week away, but there is no question in my mind that these nimrods will have nothing more than a big-ass dry concrete hole in my backyard on Independence Day. They're going to finish the thing around Thanksgiving. If I'm lucky.
"But, Crime Dog! It's not our fault! There's just so much construction going on right now that there's not enough ______________ to go around!" You can fill that blank with any word from the construction industry - it was "concrete" this week. A few weeks ago, it was "work crews." A few weeks before that, "Bobcats."
What's a Parrothead to do? The Fetching Mrs Crime Dog and I went out there several nights in a row, and just sat in it and talked while we had a cold drink. Now it's too hot. That shotcrete really stores up heat during the day. Besides, it bites into your ass, and you also have to watch for all the shit the crews throw into the damned pool. It's like a game with them. They chuck nails, scrap wood, candy wrappers, water bottles, you name it, into my cement hole. Why can't they throw shit in the trash like the rest of the civilized world? Because then there would be nothing left to do for the four man crew that showed up today and cleaned it up. I wonder how much that cost me.
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When we first set out on this journey, we thought we at least had a shot at swimming on Memorial Day Weekend.
BUZZZZZ! Wrong! But we have some nice parting gifts for you.
OK, mid-June is fine. No problem.
BUZZZZZ! Wrong again, Crime Dog! But by then we at least had concrete in our backyard hole instead of dirt.
All right, all right! You win, Paddock. We'll swim on the 4th of July weekend.
BUZZZZZZ! Oh, we're sorry, Crime Dog, you missed again!
You see, 4th of July weekend is still a week away, but there is no question in my mind that these nimrods will have nothing more than a big-ass dry concrete hole in my backyard on Independence Day. They're going to finish the thing around Thanksgiving. If I'm lucky.
"But, Crime Dog! It's not our fault! There's just so much construction going on right now that there's not enough ______________ to go around!" You can fill that blank with any word from the construction industry - it was "concrete" this week. A few weeks ago, it was "work crews." A few weeks before that, "Bobcats."
What's a Parrothead to do? The Fetching Mrs Crime Dog and I went out there several nights in a row, and just sat in it and talked while we had a cold drink. Now it's too hot. That shotcrete really stores up heat during the day. Besides, it bites into your ass, and you also have to watch for all the shit the crews throw into the damned pool. It's like a game with them. They chuck nails, scrap wood, candy wrappers, water bottles, you name it, into my cement hole. Why can't they throw shit in the trash like the rest of the civilized world? Because then there would be nothing left to do for the four man crew that showed up today and cleaned it up. I wonder how much that cost me.
