Not the start to my day that I had planned for!
Last night after dinner I strolled outside to see how far I had come along with filling the pool.
I peered over the side and saw that it was about 1/3 full. 
Not bad I thought. By tomorrow it will be completely filled and up and running.
As I turned to walk away I heard a noise.
Doink!!
Doink!
Doink!
What the hell is that I wondered?
Doink!
Doink!
 Doink!
This isn't a good sound.
Doink!
Doink!
Doink!
Oh crap! 
There's a hole in my liner!
I searched around the edges of the pool and saw no water seeping out.
Where is it going?
Oh crap!
It's pooling between the liner and the pool walls.
This is now causing buckling in the metal walls of the pool.
Quickly I sprang into action.
I pulled my submersible pump out and lowered it into the pool , ran an extension chord to it, placed the hose in an appropriate area and started draining the water as fast as possible.
In about an hour I had drained the water to below the level of the hole.
It's a fairly decent sized tear. I kind of think I know where it came from.
 I also know I probably have some culpability to how it got there.
Here's what didn't happen:
I didn't freak out.
I didn't catastrophise the event.
I didn't start cursing out my self or my life.
I didn't carry on as if the world was coming to an end.
I simply drained the water and made a plan to assess the situation in the daylight.
It's a hole.
I went to the pool store and bought a patch kit.
Later on today or tomorrow,with some assistance, I will get the hole patched over. Then I will start filling the pool once again. 
I can still get to work on my filter. 
I can still do the clean up work I had planned for the day.
I will still walk Sara's  dogs and then go help out at the shop.
And I will do all of that without having freaked out!
Pretty cool huh!


Shabbat Shalom!