Every summer my dad is faced with the task of opening of the pool. It is about 12 ft deep, and 30 feet long. It's like a black hole; "wow the house comes with a swimming pool, and it'll only cost an extra thousand dollars! let me write a check." This wasn't going to be the only check we were going to write... more were soon to come. Just this summer while opening the pool we were hit with the usual expenses of the ten pounds of chlorine we needed to kill, destroy, and completely obliterate any unwanted single celled organisms floating around in the watter after a cold winter. With the newly lifeless bodies of dead bacteria, skin viruses, and algae the old rusty filter, and pump had to work harder than ever to clear the water of carcases, and forcibly the pump sprung a leak. getting back to my dad, he was forced to buy supplies to fix it, and was forced to go down to the pool to take apart the pump, and, well, fix it. Apart from the fact that it causes my father stress, and high blood pressure, I love the pool. For me it's like a source of income. I get money for cleaning it, and it is great to have in the summer when its hot out. And I always use it to get out of a hot sweaty shower now and then, because I mean hay chlorine can kill people it should work just as good as soap dose on dirt, and germs.
Ending on that note, I want to wish all the dads reading this a happy Fathers Day, and all the husbands of pregnant women to have a happy next years Fathers Day.
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