Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Heads or Tails #81 -- spring memory

In today's Heads or Tails, Barb has me at a true disadvantage. She says we are to write about a "spring memory."

Writing about memories is not the problem. I have lots of memories. They do tend to range from the wildly inaccurate to the wholly fraudulent, but still.... No, the problem isn't memory; the problem is "spring."

We don't have Spring... as a season... in Chicago. We generally go from miserably cold to miserably hot sometime around the beginning of June. There are usually a couple of days -- an afternoon here, a morning there, sometimes an entire day -- on which we enjoy Spring-like conditions. But it's not like we can actually plan for them. So this will have to do....


I'd been home from the hospital for about three weeks; it was the end of March 2007. That's Spring, right? Middle Son was scheduled to pitch in a college game that day and I was determined to go.

I had a variety of issues at that time... none of them pleasant to recall or discuss... but I learned about a new one that day.

It was about 32 degrees out. That's 32 degrees Fahrenheit -- 0 degrees Celsius -- and it wasn't snowing... exactly... but it was sort of misting. The mist was sometimes ice or water. The college kids were going to play in these conditions; Long Suffering Spouse and I dressed like Nanook of the North. Still, we had our lawn chairs in the van -- a nice Summer touch. Not that you could see the lawn chairs when we set up. We were covered in blankets, too.

And still I froze.

I can't remember being more chilled.

Middle Son pitched well, as I recall. But I recall especially that it was cold. When he was finally relieved -- in the seventh inning, I think -- Long Suffering Spouse and I retreated to the car. We could see the game, sort of, through the windshield. We were running the motor then, with the heat blasting. I was still freezing. Al Gore, forgive me.

4 comments:

Karen said...

LOL Well, at least you were there. I am sure it meant a lot to your son.

Tricia said...

Not sure I want to move to the Chicago area based on that memory. It always amazes me how different the weather is in the various regions of the US. I grew up in Rochester, NY whose springs were much like the summers in Newport Ctr, VT where my grandparents lived. And now I live just outside Atlanta, GA and it is so very different once again.

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Shel said...

Late March is not spring in Northern Illinois. Early May is a lot closer. And for the record, you have a lot more Spring than you think you do - try living in Texas. You go from 20F to 80F in about a week's time span, and then it STAYS at 90-100F for months on end. Chris swears y'all have four seasons up here, and I have to admit you have a lot closer to those four than I'm used to.

byrningbunny said...

Wow! Did your son appreciate the sacrifice his parents made? lol

I'm sure even Al Gore would forgive you.