It is a glorious day, but World Cup Soccer holds us inside, enthralled, as we root for the USA against Algeria. Shouts and screams and a few obscenities have kept me in touch with the action as I sit here, and I run in for the replay so I can do my share of the moaning and groaning. I am not a die-hard soccer fan, but I always root for my home team. The only games I’ve watched have been the US and Ghana. I hate those horns!!

My boys of summer lost last night. We were a crowd of twelve and we went early to have dinner near the field. The whole area was awash with Red Sox fans wearing t-shirts, hats and jerseys. Too bad our numbers couldn’t have propelled the boys to a victory.

This is a lazy vacation. We get to sit and enjoy each other’s companionship, watch a little sports and eat great food. I think the only thing missing is a hammock hung in the shade between two trees. I guess the patio will just have to do.

When we were kids, my sister Maureen was a nuisance, a blight on my social life. My brother and I had fights over whose turn it was to babysit when my parents went out on a Saturday night. I hated to lose because I’d have to sit and watch my two sisters play dolls. I’d  seethe the whole time that I was stuck home. Little did I know that my sisters would become my friends, people with whom I choose to spend time and, in the case of Moe, choose to fly across the country to visit. If I had known back then, I might have joined them for a little while and play dolls.