pools pros n cons

Pools, to have or not have

A company I once worked for rented a house in a tropical region near an airport [but not near a bar?!?!] for a bunch of transients working in ZOCA. This particular property had won awards for its gardens for a couple of years, and was presentable, but not luxurious as is the wont of the tropical zone. But. The responsiblity of looking after it was horrendous.

Firstly the garden- had to get a maintenance guy in as taking a mower on a plane is not a priority whenPool tropical_resize just passing through.

Secondly, a bunch of transients that were mainly international transients from a cold cold climate would have no idea of how to maintain a classic backyard ozzie pool. Ever. Yes they were bachelor of science graduates, I know.  Sure, there were chemicals in a small amount and some vague instructions. But no delegation or as some would say, No Handover Notes…

Thirdly, as mentioned, the people staying there and the ones passing through it, including myself, may have to stay out on a rig for more than a few weeks, leaving the pool unattended for up to say two weeks.

In the tropical sun…

Just imagine when you have returned to this place either from the rig or from down south, and looking out the back window over the backyard. You have a beer in one hand and a ciggie in the other cos you do both inside back in the day, saying ‘sure would love a swim!’

And you like the nice manicured lawn in place of the old kidney shaped pool out the back that has appeared since last you were there, home away from home.


Yes, a monstrous, gloopy yes, soupy even or maybe a stand on-able algal bloom, just sitting there in the backyard ready to invade next doors tame, cool, chemically ridden backyard pool.

The bill for cleaning up of the pool and surrounds was also – Horrendous.

That is why I do not entertain or think of having a place with a pool. Algae. Bloody trees and the Sticks and f$@@!$g leaves that have to be fished out. Mosquitos. Birds and associated shit all around the place. A shed full of chemicals and instructions and broken cleaning equipment. Water bills. Child proof fences. Clean up and clean out the beer fridge, empty the ashtrays, pick up the butts and the stubby tops…List can go on.

And other associated downers like SHRIEKING minors splashing the laid back relaxed beer imbibers into a cby the pool a_resizeold water caused heart attacks. The empties and old food left to pick up the next day after the visitors have thanked you, or not, for a ‘wonderful’ time. Cold water as the heater was not working. Hmm.

And now you are wondering what brought this rant on I bet!

Well, some old couple are refusing to sell up their home of thirty two years for a big bunch of money- they are older than you think and what the hell are they going to do with all that money, enough to buy a few meters of a cruise liner and not just a cabin! While I checked the address out on google earth, I see a few backyard pools. I see what looks like a throng dressed person lying in one? Oh yeah, maybe there might be some nudies too I reckon to mysealf and start an unoffical search  that brought up many hundreds of blue backyard pools with NO ONE else in them. The shadows bring to mind that it is only about lunchtime or morning so where are all the sun worshippers and swimmers? Then I can see it aint a weegen, Friday 31 January 2014, so close though, and mid summer.

What about the weather- it has to Be Nice For A Party By The Pool. Really? Just build one inside as well. Oh my. No thanks.

About tone

Widowed exRigPigGeo 50yr old dad of 4 'teens', is doin' job raisin' kids, misses a lot of things. Family (close and extended) and Friends - an important part in our of life. Likes gadgets, speedsailing, reading (SF), geology/archeology, maps. Coffee monster- burnt out one espresso maker too many. Have to have plenty spare "moccona" in cupboard. Things I miss- Tarn. The rig life and income. A lot of sailing. Tarn. gonna try to break 35 knots speedsurfing- or 70knh
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