Roasting in Affluence

Most days I curse my swimming pool. It’s a pain… something is always breaking… it constantly needs chemicals and cleaning. Opening it is a hassle and closing it is a hassle. But on days like today – when it’s 94F and wicked humid – my little private pool is a wonderful reminder that I live in super-rich-America-land. I am luckyblessed.

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  1. John3Sobieski
    Posted June 10, 2008 at 8:05 am | Permalink

    Has your pool ever broken completely apart, spilling water all over the yard and needed to be rebuilt from the ground up? Thank goodness for home owner’s insurance.

  2. WarAxe
    Posted June 10, 2008 at 8:55 pm | Permalink

    @John3Sobieski
    Not my current pool… but back about 15 years my folks’ pool did exactly that. Nobody was in it, but I was watching TV and all of sudden heard what sounded like thunder (which was actually folding metal). The yard was an instant pond! :-)

  3. June
    Posted December 23, 2011 at 12:40 pm | Permalink

    Yeah! there is nothing good that does not have its downers so we have no other choice than to do what it takes to maintain and get the quality services we need..atleast you enjoy you private pool

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