I’ve been putting off writing this post for days now. Mostly because well it was just so huge. In about 8 hours they cleaned the pool, installed the finish, and started filling her up. It was a bit overwhelming.
The day started as expected – the interior clean up crew arrived.
This very friendly fellow showed up and drained the mosquito pond ground water that was in the pool. ** Note for those outside of Florida – Our water table is not as deep as our pools, so unless the pool is full a hole must be cut in the bottom to allow ground water up in the pool. Otherwise it will pop up out of the ground like a great big bathtub**
After he had the junk out he started the acid wash … you know where this stuff is running right. Look up, did you notice the sump pump in the picture above that pumped all the ground water up and to the ground… yeah that hasn’t been moved.
Remember the freshly graded soil above that was all ready for sod? Yeah not so much anymore.
To keep from hyperventilating (not a good idea given the fumes) over the hazmat area draining into my neighbors yard 2 days before their big party that is my yard I went over and took pictures of my pretty pretty solar powered fountain that I bought at Target last week. I love the earth really I do. Please dear earth forgive what they are doing to you today, because it’s not over yet.
Something else happened on day 32 that I forgot to mention. They “yard clean-up” fellow came. Really the fellow was so unpleasant that I guess I just really tried to forget that part.
I will say that I was warned. The Foreman told me that the fellow who does their clean-up is also “the concrete guy” and when he gets a job to clean up after a paver deck he’s a bit snippy because he hates the paver decks that are so fashionable now and take money from his pockets (Dude – expand your product offering, how hard is that?!)
So anyway to call him “snippy” is being polite. Since I work from home, when a new crew or workman comes in I can hear and see them from the office and I usually make my way out and say hello. More than anything just to let them know I’m here and see if they need anything or have any questions for me. After that I leave them alone except to snap a few pictures. Most times they are very friendly and polite. This guy however…
I walked out the door onto the deck as he was whipping by in his bobcat and gave him a little wave. He stopped the thing, turned it off and with all the dramatic eye rolling and shoulder flopping that my 9 year old daughter uses to convey just how much pain her mother’s presence causes her said “Is there something you needed?”
I was actually shocked. “No,” I said, “I was just saying hello.” To which he said absolutely nothing, just restarted his Bobcat and went back to work. Ass. Hole.
A few minutes later the aforementioned baby fence guy showed up and he could not have been nicer so he totally made up for the asshat on the Bobcat. But in the end my yard was graded and all the trash was removed. (Not all, they left some rebarb)
Which seemed like a good thing at the time and actually made me happy. What with all the clean and all but … there is more to that story later.
I can’t believe I didn’t take any pictures of the baby fence but evidently I didn’t so it yet.. Clearly this whole process is beginning to weigh on me.
We purchased a fence from Pool Barriers it’s awesome and the fellow who sells them here in Jacksonville Greg Hand is awesome. I’d recommend them and him to anyone. If you’re buying a baby fence in Jacksonville he’s The Dude.
On a side note – we didn’t start out planning on buying a baby fence but after talking to the pool people and several other folks we realized that it’s the easiest way to ensure you pass your inspection. Our fence isn’t completely to code and the inspectors could give us a hard time about it for weeks. So we went with the baby fence. The End.
You know what I love. I love when someone says they’ll be here at 11:00 and then 11:00 comes and there is no one here. Then 12, 1, 2 … 5.
What’s 6 hours right?
So these guys showed up over 6 hours after they were expected to sand the deck.
Then they pounded some more
Then they wet it all down and washed it down and left.
About 35 minutes after they got here. So you know they did a stellar job right?
But am I complaining… no because I’ve been the crazy lady for days now. I’m keeping my mouth shut until the next time I see Builder Bob again. Then I’m going to ask him the question I hear his as his crews, “Would you be happy with this job at your mother’s house?”
This is the day we kept hearing about. The Gunite Day. The men at the pool company evidently LUVVV the Gunite day. “Get your video camera ready,” they told us. We were very excited that it has finally arrived.
After a few minutes of watching it I was all, “Meh.” It’s kind of like watching paint dry.
So here is what happens… These guys park their truck of sand like substance out on the street. It’s dumped out the back and shifted like you would flour then the sand like substance is pumped through a great big hose.
This guy is on the other end of the hose which you can see also has a water hose (red) attached to it. The water is combined with the sand like substance right there at the end and some scary I-Don’t-really-want-to-know-the-details-it-can’t-be-safe chemical reaction occurs in about the nano-second it takes the stuff to fly out the end of the hose and it’s magically concrete.
And someone comes behind him and smoothes it all out with a flat edge.
Meanwhile these two guys stand around and talk about what to eat for lunch
You think I’m kidding? Check out the Gunite Shooting Video
Well 13 wasn’t so lucky today – the rebarb failed inspection. Actually to more correct the foreman and the inspector have a different interpretation of the code. Our pool is going to be 7 feet deep so it has to have more reinforcement that most pools. The extra rebarb is built into the engineering plan but the inspector disagreed with the way they did it. Compromises were made more will be added in the morning before the Gunite trucks arrive.
More rebarb today. But first I should note there was so much water overnight that the rebarb guys called the digging guys to come back out and put more gravel down.
Had I not had that Crazy Lady hissy fit about the hose yesterday they would not have been able to have come in without flooding the “lake” back into the pool area… thank you very much!
Having won that private moral victory I decided to ignore the pool as much as I could today in an effort to you know – not be crazy. The rebarb guys while friendly clearly aren’t that into me being out there.
And by not that into me being out there I mean I think one of them is in witness protection program. Seriously. He turns and runs if he sees me with my camera.
I am not joking.
You wouldn’t think someone who needed to fear cement shoes would work around well big holes and cement. Go figure.
I decided not to trap him in the hole with my camera since he still has work to do but when he comes back tomorrow to finish up the last part… I’m totally getting out my long lens.
On a side note the pool company says the tile we picked is not available. Craptastic. Now we’ve got to go pick out different tile. This has aggravated the Dr more than I thought it would. Seems he was in love with the tile.
The digging crew hit water which was sort of expected so a sump pump was installed in a hole in the bottom and then covered with gravel. The pump, will continue to run and pumps water up and out of the bottom of the whole. Issue: they left the hose in a pile of dirt, creating a potential muddy mess. I moved it 4 feet to the grass, it was all good.
But then the rebarb crew showed up and had to move the whole around to do their work. For some reason they felt like this was a good place to put it.
Therefore creating a lake of water that would shortly have turned into a muddy swamp and gators would have moved in.
I looked around for the crew and didn’t see them. So I called the foreman and left Crazy Lady message #1 on his voice mail.
Then surprise! Evidently they were just on a break so I suggested that perhaps the big tractor tracks in the middle of the big piles of dirt were probably not the best place to leave the pump hose. And there was absolutely not any crazy-eyed large arm waving movements or high pitched squealing involved. Not one bit.
They just smiled. Clearly they’ve dealt with Crazy Lady before. The sweetly offered to move the hose all the way out of the yard. Then promptly did it.
I called the foreman and left Crazy Lady message # 2 on his voice mail begging him to delete and forget message #1.