A brief post today, with no pictures. The camera is somewhere under a pile of fish.
In my (airquote) spare time (/airquote) I’ve been looking for thinset and grout to replace the tile in the pool. I was on swim teams from elementary school until I left for college, and the memory of nine years of bleached hair and lizard-leather skin is something you carry with you when trying to repair a pool because thou shalt not disrespect chlorine and I didn’t think standard stock materials would last in that sort of environment.
While driving around last week, I saw a pool supply store and pulled a spontaneous right into the strip mall. I walked in and had one of those moments when you’ve reached for the glass of milk but grabbed the glass of juice by mistake, and your brain and mouth are derailed by the suddenness of not-milk. The suddenness of not-pool store would have been manageable had it been a real estate office or whatever, but hundreds and hundreds of Barbies in boxes piled to the ceiling and small, furious dogs barking at my ankles needed a few milliseconds to process.
As luck would have it, it was still a pool supply store, but the pool supplies were in a separate room. I spoke with a very nice older lady who promised to talk to her repairman and get back to me with the names of the products he uses to seat pool tile.
A few days later, she calls me back and asks if I have a pen. I do, and she says: “the tile goes in something called thinset. It’s a paste to hold tiles in place.”
It was a bad day anyway and I already had a stress headache, so I forged ahead. “Okay, and then you grout them in place using…”
“Okay, thanks very much.”
And no, I cannot explain the Barbies.