the waves were gentler today, allowing us into the great lake, though the dogs had trouble seeing my yellow ball in the sun-stippled water. yesterday me and mister missed the morning swim and in the afternoon. i dropped onto the little spit of pebbled beach over the sea wall and mister waited above while i popped up and down. as soon as i persuaded him to join me two big waves crushed up against the sea wall and i hoisted mister up one level and i never saw him leap the second level so fast. we are getting older and more respectful of the chancy prospect and wonderful power of the inland sea.

the waves!

they can build sea walls, they can erect libraries for ex-presidential monsters on top of the last sanctuary for birds, but they cannot stop the waves.


also noted, another mysterious set of clothes, grasshopper green bugati windbreaker, 4- inch platform sandals, black panties. i scanned the horizon, and searched the bushes for fake-drowners napping, but all was pacific, save the sea. i will interpret this little pile of human jetsam as the marker of a real good time.