He sounded this alarm by email near the end of our trip. And he wasn't kidding.
We arrived home from Connecticut to a very brown pool. The "whys" of this are complicated and not entirely clear. The "what next" took its own funny road. For those readers who have accused me of being too negative in these blogs, all I can say is you can't make this stuff up. The carnival that is Paradise goes on.
But this was a surprise problem: our pool was nearly empty. While we were sleeping, it had drained itself.
So we've concluded that pools are a heck of a lot of work and subject to their own tantrums. Just like our toddlers, who, by the way, can't understand why we haven't gone swimming this week.