Hey, do you know how people warned me that it is, you know, HOT down here in Georgia? Do y’all (see how native I am, now?) remember how when I said I was moving here, all of my southern readers rushed to regale me with tales of summer?
And do you know how I’ve been all, “Hey, this is really not too bad at all, and also I am loving our POOL” for the month we’ve been down here?
August arrived, and right on cue, Georgia turned into the surface of the sun. And even then, I kept saying, “You know, it really isn’t as humid as I thought it would be! This is okay!” I was TRYING. But now there is no escaping it: It is REALLY FREAKING HOT.
Someone—I don’t remember who it was—even went so far as to send me an email to let me know that come August, the pool water would probably become uncomfortably warm. It would be TOO HOT TOO SWIM. I pshawed heartily when I read that. Because water is cool and refreshing, you know. How could it be too hot to swim?
Well, aside from all of the regular pool maintenance stuff that we knew about—the endless chemicals and testing the water and running the filter—it turns out that in extreme heat, the average evaporation rate here will cause your pool to lose an inch or two in a DAY. This means that we’re adding water pretty regularly. Er, um, I mean, we add water every Saturday when we’re allowed to under the current water ban.
(Occasionally on other days the hose falls into the pool for a while and maybe the handle gets jiggled. I don’t know. Don’t have me arrested.)
Water comes out of the hose pretty cold, you know. So at least the gajillion dollars a month we’re spending on water keeps the pool a nice temperature.
Or so we thought. On Sunday Otto and I hopped into the pool and immediately looked at each other and said, “Geez, the water’s kind of hot.”
(It’s the biggest, most expensive bathtub I’ve ever had….)
All this time, we thought those droves of crickets and beetles were accidentally drowning themselves while trying to get a drink. Now I wonder if they didn’t accidentally cook themselves while taking a dip.
Today I went outside to check the water level in the pool and I BURNED MY FEET on the deck. That’s the first time that’s happened. I felt stupid for not putting sandals on before I went out, but even more stupid when I put my burning feet into the water and it barely helped.
My upright freezer is currently filled with small plastic bins. We filled them with water and threw them in there to help keep it cold (I haven’t had time to fill it with actual food, yet). Tomorrow I am going to take the bins down to the pool and drop the blocks of ice in to see if it cools the water down at all. Maybe we’ll make it a scientific experiment. How long do you think it’ll take six chunks of ice, each about a cubic foot, to melt in the pool?
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Nope. I’m just trying to adapt. And not melt.