It’s almost here. Spring that is. The signs say so, even if the thermometer seems a little late to the game. As in 34 damp, bone-chilling degrees.
We jumped to daylight saving time a couple weeks ago — which as it always does — left me feeling out of sync for about a week. I don’t know if it’s biorhythms or resentment that I’ve been robbed of an hour of my life, but I’m always out of sorts after we switch. I know we get the hour back in the fall, but I’d just as soon leave it be and forget the whole misbegotten idea.
Major League Baseball’s spring training is winding down, and that means the real games are getting close. Can’t come soon enough. I’m fairly certain the White Sox are going to win the World Series on the 10th anniversary of their last run. And I expect them to win again in 2025, 2035, and so on. I’m not greedy. Every 10 years is plenty.
Last week we had friends to dinner and we were able to open our windows, or rather we had to, as between the cooking and all the humans it was getting a little warm inside. It was great to remember what that’s like.
And, to cinch it, yesterday I cleaned the humidifier and stowed it away. That means that for absolute certain, winter is over.
I was going to write about the upcoming Chicago election, a big one around these parts. But I can’t quite muster it, as I’m between mental states, unable to concentrate fully, waiting for spring, for baseball, for real.
Bring ‘em on.
And this morning I woke to an inch of white stuff on the ground … with more falling from the sky. Spring? Cognitive dissonance!
Mike, I think you were a little premature. I am reading this post while the snow gently falls on my backyard!
Mike, all sure fire signs of spring. There are two others for me…the slow emergence of buds on the trees that produce an ever so subtle fade from grey, and the spring equinox. Both always seem to wake me from my hibernation.
Did you notice the soft white stuff welcoming spring this morning?
I apologize. I believe that putting the humidifier away had unintended consequences. Should not have tempted fate.
Loved it, Mike! I admit, I don’t any longer have quite the same reaction to spring, living in perpetual spring during these months out here in Tempe, Arizona, but how I do remember those days when in Champaign! You evoke such emotions, of joy and nostalgia and loving the present (baseball, yay), so, thanks Man! Wish Joanna and I could share a meal with you and dear Beth some time!
What a nice note, Bryan. And thanks for all the help you gave us and the countless others.
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