Sunday, June 17, 1984

I woke to the sound of rain on my non-existent roof. I rushed over to Mom's house for Sonny. He followed me home and covered the roof with some black plastic that I had leftover from the new pool cover. He and his brother are supposed to be here tomorrow and so are the roofing materials, finally. We're supposed to have thunderstorms again tonight and I am thankful that Sonny put the plastic on the roof this morning.

I have a hangover; I over-partied!

I need to start scrubbing the pool this week and I will get into the pool for the first time this year to clean it. All I can think about is how much debris is in the pool and how much work is ahead of me. It's almost as if I get some type of perverse pleasure in just cleaning it, and I don't need to to swim in it at all.

My roommates and some of their friends and relatives splashed the pool skimmer cover off, and the water waves quickly flooded the filter and pump area. The pump was completely covered with water when I discovered it. The pump was draining as fast as it could. I hope the pump is okay and that it will dry out by tomorrow. I hope I don't have to disassemble the pump to dry it out. Neither of my roommates have mastered the complexities of the pool yet, but sometimes I haven't either. I was the one who forgot I turned on the water and flooded it last week.

Steve keeps the garage spotless for me, does the dishes and cleans the kitchen, but Greg hasn't caught on that he needs to do things around here too, for the benefit of us all. Greg did clear off the kitchen table tonight; maybe he'll improve.

Greg comes from a very religious family. He told me when he lived with his folks, he wasn't allowed to watch TV that wasn't family entertainment, wasn't allowed to change TV channels without permission, couldn't sleep nude with a fan on himself, even though he gets terribly gaulded, had a 10:30PM curfew, wasn't allowed to go to dances and had to go to a Christian college. He said that even at college, the restrictions were less than at home. He seems determined to catch up on all movies and drive-in theaters in the area quickly.

I went to the store and had on my old painting clothes, as usual. The clerk actually thought that I had been painting. I wonder what kind of weirdo category she would mentally place me in, if she realized I normally wear these clothes or my bathrobe, although I do change into a swimming suit in the summer.