Last Night

9:30PM: Ate a DELICIOUS gourmet meal cooked by Max, the French chef, who has been staying with me for the last two weeks along with his brother Sylvain the French Art Expert. Were joined by Max's new American friends, Perry and Karen. Drank wine. "Sante."

12:00AM: Finished dinner; said goodbye to friends.

12:05AM: Started cleaning up.

12:15AM: Accidentally spilled wet compost all over Grandpa's persian rug.

12:16AM: Swore, repeatedly.

12:45AM: Finished cleaning up compost, cleaning up the rug, cleaning out the compost bucket, and dealing with compost smell issues.

12:55AM: Considered hot hot hot heat, and sweaty, sweaty, sweaty self.

12:57AM: Suggested to Max that we go for a swim in Lake Washington.

12:58AM: Decided to go for a swim in Lake Washington.

1:05AM: Pulled through mostly-closed gate at quiet dark park.

1:07AM: Stared out at the perfectly still water and marveled at the complete, permeating quiet.

1:08AM: Dove into the water. Floated on back, and looked at the massive, starry sky.

1:10AM: Thought, "He is big enough. He covers everything."

1:14AM: Swam to dock; climbed on. Breathed big deep breaths of summer star-filled night over cool water.

1:16AM: See lights on park road. Heed Max's warning to jump into water. Hide behind dock posts and watch squad cars.

1:18AM: See bright flashlights saunter down to beach and survey the water. Watch lights find our towels on the beach.

1:19AM: Swear repeatedly.

1:20AM: Call out, "Hello...!" and obediently, reluctantly swim back towards beach.

1:22AM: Have chat with policeman. Explain about Max being French, Greta being sweaty, and Compost having spilled.

1:23AM: Get off with a warning.

1:25AM: Leave park.

1:27AM: Drive back.

1:40AM: Go to bed.

Now THAT is what I call a successful evening.