In San Francisco, there is no summer. Not in the real sense, with heat and humidity and the ice cream man and shorts and tank tops and sundresses to go out in at night.* So it’s nice to be in Boston for summer. Yesterday the temps got into the 90s, and I have been wearing shorts — even at night! We’ve bought popsicles! We eat sandwiches and corn on the cob and other summery foods for dinner. It’s most excellent.
*For those of you who aren’t familiar, the city of SF can be cold and damp and very foggy and gray in the summer, which is often depressing. It’s a microclimate however, and a quick drive can land you in an 80 degree, sunny summer day, so it’s not quite as bad as it sounds.
In celebration of summerness, B. and I headed to Ashburnham for the holiday weekend. It’s a yearly tradition of B.’s college friends, who congregate at a house there near Sunset Lake. There’s way too many of us now to fit in the house, which only has 2 bedrooms and one bath, but we have fun anyway. A few of us camped in tents on the lawn. We grilled dinner over the fire one night, and set off our own fireworks and cooked smores. There were games, cards, Trivial Pursuit, Apples to Apples, volleyball, etc. And, there were lots of kids. I believe there were 7 at one point, all under the age of four. That includes the triplets, who tend to amp up any kid counts. I went on a few 5-mile walks around the lake, which was great exercise, and got some sun at the beach. A good weekend, all in all.
On our return to Boston, I discovered that my apartment building has a roof deck. It’s no Empire State Building, view-wise, but it is on the 7th floor, so it’s not bad. I’ll get pics up here eventually. We watched the Boston fireworks over the Charles River from up there Monday night, which was pretty cool. What wasn’t cool was watching three baseball games in a row in which the teams we were rooting for lost by throwing away a solid lead. The Giants, no surprise there. But I’m not sure which was worse, the Red Sox loosing in the 9th inning to the Rangers or the Orioles getting crushed by a Yankees comeback. I think it was the latter. I hate the Yankees.