Let's see. Got children up early so Hugo could play tennis while Daisy frolicked in the field. The rain held off and everything was going swimmingly. Daisy looked smashing. Then she rolled - thoroughly and with attention to detail - in goose poop. Thing was, we didn't realize she was rollling in goose poop until she stood up. She rolls on grass out of the sheer joy of it all the time. But whammo - green stinky, very self-satisfied dog.
So, we brought the green stinky dog home and gave the dog a bath. Daisy is scared of water hoses and spray bottles (perhaps someone used them as aversives on her) so I have to do a bucket and sponge method. Daisy also doesn't understand why the wonderful perfume was removed. At the end of it, Daisy smelled less of goose and more of wet dog and went to sulk under the deck. She forgave me when I offered her some cod - that furry girl loves fish.
Lunch for kids. Caffeine for mom. Ready to tackle the afternoon. And then it was derailed by a crew of 3 workmen who arrived completely unexpectedly. We had been in touch with the company before and I had left a voice mail last week, asking for a call back so we could finalize arrangements. Heard nothing & was going to call a competitor this week but then, they just showed up and said they want to do the job now. They had given us a good quote and we just wanted to get this over with, so OK. Kind of exciting but they made WAY more mess than we had expected. The job is done but the clean-up will take a while. You get what you pay for. (don't worry darlings, the mystery will be revealed soon).
We ran to the library and to the grocery store for some dinner stuff. After dinner, Roo started on some of the clean-up, while I puttered with the kids. And then, just as Roo was coming up from the hot-tub, all groggy and tired and ready to crash...... he discovered a flood. Remember this leak? That one wasn't the pump. This one was the pump.
It's all kind of the workmen's fault. And my fault. But most of all the damned pump's fault. The pump has been giving us grief. It developed an annoying habit of turning on and then not turning off. Now all in all, that's better than the alternative of not turning on at all, right? So we've been kind of slow to deal with it - especially since 'dealing' with it is going to probably involve a fair bit of time and calling a 1-800 # in Quebec. But it has become increasingly annoying because the darned thing would start sucking air and you'd need to go downstairs and unplug it from the outlet and then plug it back in - that is the only way to get it stop. It's a difficult job for me as it involves sticking my arm in a tight gap and really reaching and putting a crick in my neck as it's just barely within reach for me. (Roo doesn't have this problem as his arms are waaaay longer than mine.) When the workmen arrived, I was just in the middle of doing that.
In fact, I hadn't heard them arrive or Daisy barking or anything. I had my head stuck between a washing machine filling with water and a pump sucking air and I was trying to not twist my neck off completely while reaching for a plug, when the children ran downstairs to announce breathlessly that 'those workmen guys' are here.
Which is how the plug got pulled but not put back in. I, on my way upstairs to see the workmen, turned the machine off, so it stopped filling and just sat there, forgotten for the rest of the day. Until Roo was walking by on the way to the hot tub and turned it back on. But as the pump was not on, the water subsequently went merrily all over the basement.
Later darlings. I've got an appointment with towels, flip flops, fans, and really ugly carpet which we're doing our best to thoroughly kill before we throw it out.
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