Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Pool Experience, #1,495
I keep very detailed memoirs of every pool I have ever cleaned, starting in the late 60s. The following is a passage that I find particularly memorable, it is in chapter six of book four, page 125. It was titled, simply, "Rosebud."
Today I cleaned a very elegant pool in Rancho Santa Fe. RSF, or "The Fe,"as I call it, is home to some of the choicest real estate in America, and accordingly, the PnA* is phenom. The owner has been a client and friend for years, and is truly a pleasure to service her.
This pool had regal tilings, the type of shit Napoleon or Julius Caesar would have had, had pools been around back then. The water, having been recently drained by my staff, remained in a magnificent azure state, clear as the night is wide, shockingly deep, and stunningly calm.
I couldn't help but marvel at my poolmanship, and the visceral glory that is innate in managing the chemical balance of many thousands of gallons of water.
*Pool and Aqual Centers
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Getting Leaves Out of YOUR Pool
Leaves.
They happen, scientist devote countless hours researching their source, but honestly, who fucking knows why they occur or from whence they came.
What boils my blood, however, is when these leaves, those little branchless abortions come floating down from the heavens, landing in my pools, sullying their dignity and cleanliness for the children.
No thing or person affects the dignity or sanctity of my clients' pools, EVER, unless I say so.
And not once in 25 years have I said so.
With that said, to prevent leaves in pools, I have a little tip:
COVER THAT SHIT UP WHEN YOU'RE NOT USING IT.
You can use a brightly-colored tarp, a tightly-woven sheet, or a thin layer of polyurethane to give the effect of walking on water. Whatever you choose, for the love of Christ's Lantern, choose something. Although we specialize in leaf removal, it really pisses me off since preventative maintenance is so easy.
They happen, scientist devote countless hours researching their source, but honestly, who fucking knows why they occur or from whence they came.
What boils my blood, however, is when these leaves, those little branchless abortions come floating down from the heavens, landing in my pools, sullying their dignity and cleanliness for the children.
No thing or person affects the dignity or sanctity of my clients' pools, EVER, unless I say so.
And not once in 25 years have I said so.
With that said, to prevent leaves in pools, I have a little tip:
COVER THAT SHIT UP WHEN YOU'RE NOT USING IT.
You can use a brightly-colored tarp, a tightly-woven sheet, or a thin layer of polyurethane to give the effect of walking on water. Whatever you choose, for the love of Christ's Lantern, choose something. Although we specialize in leaf removal, it really pisses me off since preventative maintenance is so easy.
I Will Clean Your Filter Prodigiously
Look, I'll tell you right now, hot and fresh out of the blogging gate that I cannot do a lot of things for you.
It's not an admission of failure, but an admission of reality, for few people have the imagination for reality. I cannot fill your pantry with sundry snackfoods, I cannot refluff your cat, ungay your son, or debang your cheating wife.
What I can do, and what I will do, is clean the everfucking love out of your pool, or small aquatic sport area.
For I am a pool man. It's what I do. It's my passion.
Following in the footsteps of my Father, my Father's father, and his Uncle, I am the President and CEO of a prominent pool cleaning business in the greater San Diego Area. In this blog, I intend to relfect on my decades of pool experience, and my love of pool cleaning.
No matter your consructural proclivites (above-ground, fiberglass, vinyl-lined, Gunite, or ol' fashioned concrete) my salt and pepper hair, with my calm, baritone demeanor will have your pool dropping its gaurd and letting me in before you know it. It won't be the first, nor will it be the last.
It's not an admission of failure, but an admission of reality, for few people have the imagination for reality. I cannot fill your pantry with sundry snackfoods, I cannot refluff your cat, ungay your son, or debang your cheating wife.
What I can do, and what I will do, is clean the everfucking love out of your pool, or small aquatic sport area.
For I am a pool man. It's what I do. It's my passion.
Following in the footsteps of my Father, my Father's father, and his Uncle, I am the President and CEO of a prominent pool cleaning business in the greater San Diego Area. In this blog, I intend to relfect on my decades of pool experience, and my love of pool cleaning.
No matter your consructural proclivites (above-ground, fiberglass, vinyl-lined, Gunite, or ol' fashioned concrete) my salt and pepper hair, with my calm, baritone demeanor will have your pool dropping its gaurd and letting me in before you know it. It won't be the first, nor will it be the last.
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