Yesterday, at precisely 8 p.m. Eastern Standard time, in pitch darkness and 50 degree temperature, dressed in head to toe rain suit, boots, plastic pants and all, I fell, headfirst, into my pool.
According to visual witnesses I didn't fall, as much as ran towards it and lept.
It's been raining hard in L.A. So hard that our drains could not keep up . The pool was overflowing and the water was creeping steadily toward the house and I had to (felt I had to) do something. So my big idea was to put garden hoses into the pool to syphon out some of the water. I was rushing, pulling, pushing, freaking out about the wood floor, my vision isn't good, my raincoat hood obscured what was left of it and someone had moved the pool to the left by a couple of feet.
Tsuna-mini averted. Flooding damages avoided. Humiliation quotient: High.