So I was sitting here at my computer, talking to D, who's sitting on the couch next to me...at 10:20 on the dot, we hear this weird popping noise, then a kind of grinding/harsh motor noise. It took us a second, then we realized it was the pool pump coming on...well, since I'm often sitting here at my computer at 10:20 p.m., I knew for a fact that was NOT the normal pool pump sound.
D opened the door and -whew- stinky burning smoke smell...so he runs around trying to find a flashlight to go out the front door and around the side of the house to flip the breaker. Yup, did you catch that - out the FRONT door and around the side. Nice place for a circuit box, huh? Well, we can't find flashlights anywhere! At that exact moment, Baby L wakes up crying, so I picked him up, and went out the back door to the flooded patio. I gingerly tiptoed through the pooled water, trying hard not to slip on the deadly concrete, to make sure nothing by the pump was truly burning...and then it stopped. Before D hit the breaker.
So...it's POURING rain, pitch black, and we very well may have a fried pool pump. Yippee!
2 comments:
Oh, the joys of being a home owner! I hope it's easily repairable. I guess you can be thankful for the rain anyway.
I'm sorry to hear about all the yuck. Good luck.
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