Lakefront
Trip Start
Jun 16, 2009
1
5
Trip End
Jul 18, 2009
Seattle, Washington
Thursday, July 2, 2009
1. Lake access from the deck
2. Serene views of both Seattle and Lake Washington
3. Rooftop terrace overlooking much of Western Washington
4. Full service bar (specialy: gin and tonics)
5. Driving distance to a robust night life
The only setback to this prime location- figuring out how to get there. Apparently my uncle has a GPS chip in his head. He never gets lost. Us mere humans do. I mean I followed his directions exactly, it's just that somewhere between the 48 degree angle turn counterclockwise to where the hypotenuse of an obtuse triangle formed two parallel lines, I got lost. Keith was baffled. His place according to him was "easy to find."
My uncle is a man of particular taste. Someone who thrives on routine and systems. His wake up time is regimented, his skiing on the lake runs on a strict timetable, heck even his bowel movements seem to line up just perfectly. So when I arrived 5 minutes late, you could imagine his reaction.
Like a strict utilitarian would do however, I admitted my incompetence, thus ensuring a grand 5 days with my uncle. After showing me my room, he professed that he had some work to do back at the office. This was just fine by me. I was in need of a nap, and with a gentle breeze blowing westward off the lake, it seemed my wish would be granted.
Grabbing a towel and some sunscreen, I dedicated myself to darkening 2 shades. Skin cancer usually comes later in life anyhow.
Annie came later. She is quite wonderful. She is the "yin" of Keith's overwhelming "yang." Patient, understanding, thoughtful and strong, she could balance out even the WORST cases of OCD.
OCD has its advantages however. Keith cooked up a flawless meal of steak, potatoes, vegetables and bread. A gin and tonic provided the perfect counterpart. Was it strong? It didn't seem to be, however reality proved otherwise. I was slurring my speech after only an 8 ounce drink.
This was of no consequence to Keith and Annie. Their bed time works in conjuction with the setting of the sun. 10 pm found me face down on a queen sized bed with only the gentle crashing of the waves against the deck to keep me conscious.
Until tomorrow morning...
