The pool removal has finally begun. As I write this, I can hear the machinery grinding away at the gunite. And so, September has almost ended. It has not been a good time.
The world has been filled with the fetid orange-faced swamp monster in charge of our nightmare future raging against football players while an Asian nuclear baby Godzilla trades insults and threats of Armageddon with him as the sideshow. My health has been seriously threatened by chest pains and breathing difficulties made worse by all the stress brought on by my battles with the city over the pool. How many more years of this can the world actually withstand? How many more can I hold on to life and love and laughter?
But it is not over yet. I can still write. I can still laugh. I can still make goofy WordPress posts with autumn leaves and regal fritillary butterflies to make me feel better. And I can still put together novels that make stories worth telling. That is enough for the moment.
Catch a Falling Star 
Sometimes that is all we need. Hang in there.
Although this is a toughie to get rid of the pool, at least you should hopefully have the city off your case.
I hope so. I know have handled it better than some of the people in this city who have been forced to demolish their pool.