Let’s talk pools. Where once I thought I wanted a liner pool, I’m now interested in a concrete one. The downside to concrete is that it’s rough and tears at kids’ feet. The downside to a liner is that it can rip, and every 7-12 years, it needs to be replaced for several thousand dollars.
The plan for a liner pool was set, or so I thought. There’s been nothing but crickets from the pool business owner, and after two or three times asking questions with no reply, I’ve given up.
I want fake grass. The fact that those words are coming out of my nature-loving mouth is odd. But hear me out. In Georgia, there are tons of bugs. Like tons and tons. I want to minimize their presence. If we put non-edible plastic green stuff around the pool, logic tells me the cicadas will go elsewhere. The fake turf also solves my problem of what to do about Georgia grass going dormant and brown in the winter problem. (Dave doesn’t like the fake grass idea, by the way.)
I’m not saying astro turf everywhere, just chunks around the pool to ward off snakes and other critters.
I’m full of ideas. Ideas that change as quickly as gas prices. I attach to an idea only until the next great one comes along. So stay tuned on the pool and grass front.
With Paula’s help, we’ve dialed in our cabinet design. From the location of the floating shelves to the counter height and much more, I’m feeling good—much better than yesterday. I realized I was anticipating disappointment, so no matter what I did, planning meant I was one step closer to something I didn’t want.
Which is no fun!
I had a good day today. Just a solid day filled with lunch with family, a visit to the library, and a trip to McClendon’s. And then the final hurrah was the ladies’ night out I told you about in yesterday’s post.
Paula and I had fun but were unimpressed by the drips of wine poured for our wine tastings. But like I told her, it’s hard to complain about something that’s free (for us).
The venue’s best part was their gardens. They overlook a plateau filled with Highland cows and newly born calves. The light pink peonies, busting forth with petals, reminded me that I wanted to plant some. Although they’re a little finicky, the internet tells me the climate will work for them at our new house.
This also reminds me that I’ll need a huge dump truckload of high-quality, fertilized, and ready-for-planting soil.
I better get to bed. Tomorrow will be a full day with my friend’s dad’s funeral, showings of our house, and our community barbecue. Oh! My friend messaged me saying a couple of agents are still circling around from last week’s showing, and she feels “very secure” that we’ll get an offer soon.
We shall see.
Take care. Love, Jaclynn
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