this weekend was absolutely the worst. was anticipating getting the pool open, and relaxing and enjoying it by Sunday. (giving it a day to get chemicals balanced). Uh, no. Stepped in a hole, went flying, before we took cover off. Took off cover, stupid "winter pills" did not operate correctly, I think our pool may have been the birth place of the Swamp Thing. Started draining it. Next day, Saturday, was hosing down the walls, getting close to being able to get in and do the final scrub, and hubby comes in the from the back and says "just called 911, the burn pit got away". Perfectly calm day. One stupid gust, and away we go. (we live on 5 acres, this was in the far back). I am outside the fence, wetting it down, wetting the propane tank and around it down, watching stupid grass fire come closer and closer. Yay for Volunteer Firefighters! Response time was about 20 minutes. (we live in the middle of nowhere). So, they got it all put out. Go back to the pool, getting in and scrubbing, done for the day. Go to get out, and pool ladder wobbles while I am on top of it. (above ground pool, l was about 4foot in the air). Hubby goes to grab it; but momentum has me. I land, tuck and roll, and just lay for a while. Turns out, badly bruised the left, mildly bruised the right. called it a day. Sunday, hobbled around, finished scrubbing the steps, get them setup inside the pool, final rinse, tried to figure out where the blood is coming from..I managed to cut three fingers while scrubbing the stupid stairs. Finally get pool filled up. No salt.....ugh. Lots of Wild Turkey may have been consumed. And ibuprofen. (not together)