I was at work cleaning windows when I heard my phone make the Facebook messenger sound. I was going to ignore it, as I was trying to power through so I could get home by dinner, but on a whim, I checked it anyway. It was my friend Chris wondering if we were going to be attending her son’s birthday party that day. Uh, whoops. It was 3:55pm and the party had started at 3pm. I told her we’d be there in 20 minutes, called Noah and told him to get the kids ready, picked up a birthday present, picked up my family, and arrived at the party an hour and a half late. I’m a sucky friend.
The good part was that we had fun celebrating Nathanael’s five years in an outdoor pool and enjoyed a dinner of barbequed hot dogs and farmer sausage with friends. The bad part was that I was going to have to be at work quite late tonight. Oh well, it was worth it to have my feet in a pool on a perfect sunny afternoon. And had I actually looked at my calendar this morning, I would have planned my day a little better.
I went back to work after putting Preston to bed and it turned out that by about 9:30pm I was completely freaked out by the impending darkness but had at least an hour’s worth of work left to do. So, I messaged Chris to see if she’d be into coming to hang out with me while I cleaned toilets. She was there five minutes later. I finally finished at about 11:30pm, followed her home (she’s scared of the dark too, which is why we’re friends), and drove myself home. I tried calling Noah to meet me in the (detached) garage, but he didn’t answer so I parked out front, looked in all directions for serial killers, and ran to the front door.
The moral of the story is that pools are wonderful when it’s sunny with a high of 75 and your heart is all light and stuff and you’re enjoying life because you’re happy to be alive and all that jazz (see: this Relient K song) and you have a friend who is as crazy and neurotic as you are.