The calendar says it’s spring and blooming flowers make it look like spring, but after a weekend of temps in the 30s and 40s, it sure doesn’t feel like spring. In fact, spring in the Midwest has sucked this year. The mulch I bought and didn’t spread last weekend is still sitting there, all 10 bags of it. Guess it’ll have to wait ’til next weekend. It’s a good thing I didn’t plant any annuals or vegetables yet– there’s a freeze watch for tonight. Oh well, I know it’ll warm up soon. Then we’ll be fussing about the relentless heat and humidity.
My son’s baseball league had their opening day on Saturday. The weather was as raw and miserable as it was last year, except it didn’t rain. But I think the fierce north wind made up for it. Last year, it was so rainy that they took pictures of all the teams, played one game, then re-scheduled the remaining games for the next day. Of all the baseball team pictures we’ve had taken over the years, last year’s was the gloomiest one ever. The sky was a deep gray, the boys looked soggy, and even the flash couldn’t brighten up the dreary colors that day.
Despite the freezing weather, my son’s team won their game by run-ruling their opponents. It was the first time they’d done that in 4 years, so they were thrilled. The team they beat had been the league champs only a few years earlier. The last time our team was the league champs was when my nephew played for them when he was my son’s age.
After spending the day at one ballpark, I think my mind froze, because I was okay with the idea of going to another ballpark to watch my nephew play baseball. Unfortunately for my husband, he had eaten an undercooked hamburger before our son’s game. Midway through our nephew’s game, he was nauseated and ready to go home– very unusual for him. It was my ticket to a warmer climate at home, so I was happy to leave. My toes were so numb I thought I wouldn’t be able to feel the gas and brake pedals.
We’ll have other opportunities to watch my nephew play. His team was losing and he wasn’t having a good game, despite being an awesome baseball player. My husband recovered just fine. Our son has a game at the ballpark Monday night at dinner time, so it’ll be hard to resist eating there. I know one thing– my husband has no plans to eat any ballpark burgers– at least not for awhile.
