We have ALL been looking forward to this night for a LONG time!
We opted for the full cultural Red Sox experience, and took the subway to the game. The FULL culture and experience, of course, doesn't really kick in until you're riding HOME from the game in the wee hours of the morning, but I assure you we'd do it again. In a Boston Red Sox Minute!
Guess who scored a goal at tonight's soccer game?
(Really, it was a fortunate event, in that I happened to place myself right in front of the goal in time to tap in the cross from my fellow team mate, who did more running than me on this 100+ degree night...)
I was just trying not to pass out or vomit from heat exhaustion, and got lucky.
It was the goal that tied the game, and we all walked away feeling less like losers and more like, well, equals.
And it's Friday night, and there's nothing ahead but husbands returning from the west coast, and Kimball's and a Saturday morning sleep-in with the A/C on.
Life is GOOD.
New England homes are not built with air conditioning.
We typically grin and bear it through about two weeks of heat and humidity each summer, and pat ourselves on the back for being so hardy. Here we are, on day three of our heat wave, and I'm feeling VERY grateful for this:
It's not central air, but we have been centering our activities around it.
This morning I rallied the troops, and out to the garden we went to pick weeds together.
I heard Enrique groan when he stepped out of the front door, and then he exclaimed
"I think I just saw a tumbleweed!"
We really have nothing to complain about.
Yesterday afternoon we were driving to music lessons, and we passed an old farmhouse with several people sitting out on the front porch fanning themselves. I wanted to stop and ask permission to take their picture, but I felt shy and kept driving.