A dog and pool day. Dog quiet – ate last night’s food, to my relief (so far, tonight, she’s refused it.) Here she is lying under her favorite wild rose bush. The pool is still giving us fits and costing a hundred each time we go back to the ‘professionals.’ We put in chlorine. It vanishes. Phosphates eat it. We put in anti-phosphates. No effect. Pour in chlorine (Pool Shock). Phosphates eat it. Without chlorine, algae grow. Where do the phosphates arrive from? No one knows. Fertiliser leaching into the water table, most likely, and into our well. What can be done? Only the same. Over and over. At impossible expense. According to other pool owners, the phosphate plague is new, in this magnitude. It’s making pool-owning unfeasible.
Infernal pool
Chef Joe;s mango salad
Joe, arriving last night at 11 pm after an epic 500-mile ride from Toronto, slept late but rose again as Chef Joe, making us a mango salad for tonight. One great thing today – found a wonderful rehearsal space in the local Christian Science church, on offer to us on magnanimous terms. Hurrah! A big leap forward for our coming Woodstock Players rehearsals. With a cast of 20 (the play is a faux Shakespearean tragi-comedy about the Emperor Nero and his court), one of the plusses of the church is its spacious car park. You shouldn’t find this in the city; but then you wouldn’t be driving to rehearsals in the city….
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