Dads make putting greens in the backyard. Well, it's a bit of a stretch to call this patch of tan bark a "green", except in an environmental sort of way (no grass=no watering), but if I say putting "area", it will sound like I have zero golf vocabulary. Par, birdie, eagle, club, hole-in-one, caddy, driver, four-iron. So there.
Chad created this little putt-putt spot, and Trevor embellished it with a path and a bridge, made from some of the scrap wood that is accumulating from Chad's latest project - stairs and a deck for our pool. Here's what the deck looks like so far:
This pool has actually been quite a comedy of errors since it saw its first drop of water last spring. We were so excited to take a step up from our tiny old kiddie pool, and figured that this one would be big enough to cool us all off simultaneously, and deep enough for the kids to actually swim in. The first glitch was that we needed survival suits to brave the cold water, and even with the suits, could only last about 10 minutes before hypothermia began to set in. In mid-summer, just as the water began to approach a reasonable temperature, it turned green. We shocked it, threatened it, and dumped in every chemical we could find, but the green stuck. After a summer of not swimming, we neglected to cover the pool completely before the mulberry trees started dumping their leaves. The result was a cesspool of rotten, disgusting, smelly stuff, which Chad had to drain and scrub away. So, fast forward to now, and a new plan for a pool that we can actually use. Chad has been working hard researching, and now the pool has a bigger pump, a solar cover, and the beginnings of a fabulous deck for toe-dangling. Chad has somehow been squeezing in this work between all of the seven thousand other things he does every day (you rock, Hun!), and I am looking forward to lots of lazy, hazy, crazy days this summer.
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