Yep. It turns out that’s exactly what they were. But of course, I had no idea at the time.
Let me rewind a bit.
As you might remember, right now, we’re spending quite a lot of time in Cape Town. And in Cape Town, if you’re living where we rent a house, the majority of them have some kind of pool.
It might be a big pool, or it might be a kind of glorified bathtub that’s almost the size of a jacuzzi, but no, it’s just a regular old pool.
To me, those are pretty ridiculous. All the work and a fraction of the benefit.
Aaaaaaaannnnnyyyyyy way…
This pool of ours right now has a bit of a problem. And nobody really knows what the problem is. Basically, it’s serviced regularly, but nothing anyone seems to do can keep it balanced and all sparkly.
Which is *really* annoying if you’re kinda, sorta, well, ya know renting a place with a pool.
So part of the daily ritual has become baby-sitting the pool. In particular, what required the most baby-sitting was the creeper thing that’s supposed to keep the bottom clean by scuttling around the bottom based on the suction from the pump.
The problem is that it stops. It stops all the flippin’ time!
Ok, ok, Young Grasshopper…. I get it. You want to know where this is going.
So, the thing is, that when it stops, it’s normally due to the basket filter being full of leaves. But it might be it sucked up a rock, or there’s something else plugging up the hose somewhere between the creeper and the basket.
On this particular day, the damn thing stopped—AGAIN.
So, I checked the basket. Yes, it was full of leaves. And this weird white, stringy stuff I’d never seen before.
I shrugged, emptied basket, and turned the pump back on.
No joy.
Checked the 90º joint. Nope. Nothing.
Checked the end of the creeper (the sucker part). No. Nothing.
But it still didn’t scoot across the bottom of the pool.
So I turned it and started from the business end first.
I took the whole thing apart, dismantled everything and what did I see?
Something dark.
So I swatted the thing against the fence, and looked again.
…and it looked back at me.
Which, I must say was just a little startling, because the last thing I expected to see was an eyeball returning my gaze!
Shook a little more, and the husk of a speckled, green frog fell out onto the patio.
Quite dead, of course.
But, in fact, that was the real problem. Not leaves…not debris of other kinds…not a plugged up hose.
A dead frog.
So my question for you, Young Grasshopper, is how well you actually analyze the issues you face every day?
You know, the ones that give you all that stress we talked about yesterday?
I bet you don’t.
I bet you treat the symptoms.
I bet you say you don’t have time.
But there’s a better way.
If you’re sick and tired of popping aspirin when you really have a bone sticking out of the side of your leg and you want to solve the real problem, not just treat the symptoms…
…like the symptoms of not enough budget
…like the symptoms of not enough time
…like the symptoms of not enough resources
Then let’s talk. I’d love to see if I can help you set your leg and stop chasing your tail being distracted by symptoms.
Let’s find YOUR frog!
Here’s the link. Scroll all the way down and click the big button, and let’s see if you’re in the right mindset to really solve the root problem: https://archistry.com/go/SecurityLeader
I promise: frog guts not included.
Cheers,
ast
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Andrew S. Townley
Archistry Chief Executive
