Or so the saying goes. That's a bit how I'm feeling tonight about my July 16 pool recycling project. I felt great about spend 30 minutes tearing this pool into bits and pieces that would fit in our recycling bin. It had a tear in the bottom, and as brittle as the plastic was, seemed irreparable. (I still maintain that it was.)
I figured I'd recycle that one, then find a new pool for the kids. (I know...plastic bad. But the pool lasted us several years before it was recycled, not sent to the giant flotilla of plastic whirling at sea.) WRONG!
It seems there are no hard-plastic pools to be found this year. (OK, I DID find the typical round one that's about 3' across, but with two girls, one of whom is approaching 5', that's just not going to do it.) Our last pool also had a slide, a place to plug in the hose to create a sprinkler attraction (which landed in the pool) and a river/waterway molded along one edge.
I'm super bummed about the loss of pool. But, really, it had to go. :*(
(Strains of "Memories" here.)
Day 737: Lost and found times two
2 months ago