This is the image of the day: Tiiu, Guillermo and Silvia in the pool. Unfortunately not swimming. Hopefully not quite yet. It was around eleven in the morning, and outside in the sun it must have been over 30 degrees (C) when we started taking out frogs from the water. Some were dead - they had probably boilt. The picture was taken around eight o'clock in the evening - for those who want to calculate the work hours and reconsider getting a swimming pool. Taken from the position of Guillermo and Silvia, even having a neighbour with a swimming pool might not be such a good idea.
I wonder if our neighbours had known what their day would turn out to be joining us for lunch, would they still have come? As they were leaving they promised not to come back tomorrow. Good for them!
It was a huge amount of water the pump agreed to suck out of that pool. We ought to be thankful. And the hundred last buckets that we took out by hand and with a barrel, were a like a drop of water compared to the rest. Still we were quite sorry that the pump broke and later quite sore in our bodies from carrying the buckets. Perhaps after the last drop of dark green liquid found its happy exit from the pool, and some more plants got fertilized, we could appreciate the pump better, and also understand its rebellion.
The whole yard smelled dreadfully. I hope the plants will live. At night Tiiu and I went frog-hunting with a flashlight, a bucket of water, a broom and a dustpan. I carried the bucket and showed the light, Tiiu caught frogs - they were big and disgusting. Before I screamed every time I saw one, now I hold myself back - it is not easy. I hope we can take those frogs to the Chascomus Lagune tomorrow and they will not come back, unless they be more mannerly: not enter the house and the garage, nor swim in the pool.
This is how pool looked in its winter slumber when the frogs were fast asleep. Then came spring...
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