Water, water everywhere?

The Ryme of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge is still hooked into my brain from the college poetry class, "Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink."

As abundant rain falls here on our lawn and our garden, we curse the rain's inconvenience for mowing after work, but we welcome the rain upon our kitchen garden because we have declared we will not use municipal water in the garden.

I think this must be one of those predictable irrationalities -- we withhold city water from the garden, yet we frequently add water to our swimming pool.

By the way, I hate that pool. I spent $5,000 that I could really use now, on a new liner for that @#$% pool before I even moved in here! I hate the pool. I am waiting for the rain to slow now so I can go out and replace $100 worth of parts in the pump -- which had to be replaced last summer for about $500. It's almost like owning a boat, except with a boat, you do have a small chance of going out and catching something to eat. I refuse to eat any wildlife that turns up in the skimmer by accident.