Rainy Soccer Sunday

I did not sleep well. It was raining and I was worried that the water would flood my basement, so I would wake up and wonder. In the morning I asked Eric to check downstairs to see if disaster was imminent, but it appeared that very little water had collected. Whew. Despite having no gutters and several roof tiles missing, it seemed that the ground was so dry it was soaking all the rain up and saving my basement, at least this time.

It felt cold and miserable all day. Maya had a soccer game on the other side of town, and until the last second, I expected it to be canceled, but it happened anyway, and the girls did well enough, though they lost the game. It misted throughout the game. I got home in time to read the New York Times cover to cover, and work on the crossword puzzle, which is a great way to be on a Sunday.

Our house was a mess after the party last night, and four squealing children running up and down the stairs and in every room. I think it took several loads of dishes to get the kitchen in order. Eric remembered very little about the evening. He wanted to drink alot, so he made delicious sangria, which was very thirst quenching. We all needed all day to recover.