The Cherkyluck

Ahhh, the infamous Cherkyluck. It plagued my father all through my childhood (and beyond), and now I have inherited it. What is this thing I call Cherkyluck.

It is a pox. A pox upon all mankind. Or, in particular, a pox upon me.

It's somewhat like Murphy's law, where everything that could possibly go wrong does. Only it ends with "to me".

On a lighter note, our hot tub was delivered Monday. The electrician hooked it up Tuesday. Then promptly failed electrical code inspection. So he hooked it up again today, only with large gauge wire. Code inspection is tomorrow, so keep your finger's crossed.

I decided to fill it up tonight, given that it takes a while to fill and get the chemicals just right before you can use it, and I have my parents flying in tomorrow evening for a visit, so I won't be able to fuss with it tomorrow.

About an hour after starting the filling, I looked out the window and noted water seemed to be running out from under the hot tub. Hmmm. I had been reading the manual, and it said to make sure that all the fittings were tight and had not loosened up in shipment before filling it, and I had not done that cuz the guy who delivered it and gave me start up instructions had not told me to. And I didn't read the directions before beginning the filling.

Well, just my luck that a fitting would have come loose.

So I open up the front panel and look. Hmmmm.

I get a flashlight and look some more.

This is very interesting. There is water pouring out of an area that does not appear to be near any kind of fitting. But perhaps it is just traveling along the hose from a fitting higher up that I can't see.

So I open up the side where I saw the leak. A very large hose is nicely sawed up with a beautiful semi-circular saw gash right exactly behind where the hole was cut in the side for the drain pipe. Oddly, the radius of the gash in the hose matches exactly that of the circular hole cut for the drain pipe.

Imagine that.