The New Pond

The hole was dug, the cal-
cula-
tions made, and the pond liner purchased.

We waited until the shade of the big eucalyptus in the front yard had reached the pond area, and dragged the huge pond liner to the hole. (See a previous blog entry, named The Making of a Goldfish Pond.)

While the pool filled, I stood in the hole and arranged pleats and tugged at the liner. Probably it was a shitty job, but hey, I never did this before. In hardly any time at all, the pool was filled, and Fourmyle (that cat in the pic above) simply had to sample the rubber-scented water.

When I looked at this picture, I wondered what the heck was the grid that looked like tiling below the water line. Duhh, it was the double reflection from our front windows. Weird.

The rounded rocks are all going to be placed on the right side of the pool. We'll mortar in some select flagstone pieces around the other edges. Then the excess liner will be trimmed.

We're done for the day. Looking from the front porch, we can see Fourmyle still sipping from the pond, lots of ugly rubber liner still exposed, and the patient, brilliant
Bernie lecturing Howie on why you should not nudge the arm connected to the hand that holds a highball glass of Muvver's wine.

Good work done today, and this weekend, we celebrate Bernie's 53rd birthday. He is my love, and may he have at least 53 more happy years ... with me.