So it is cold. Overcast. It flurried all morning. The flurries were supposed to stay well north, but no, here they are in my yard.
We have baseball tickets. I’m still coughing a bit and fighting my sinuses, but I slept some last night and generally feeling a bit better. This is the beginning of feeling better, anyway. In a few more days I’ll be tip top.
Today, though, there is baseball. And snow flurries. Deep South in March, baseball and snow.
So I’m wearing thermals and a sweatshirt and a parka — I’m wearing my honest, actual parka — and we carry two blankets and hats and gloves into the stadium. I managed to stay warm for about seven innings. I imagine the only person that was really warm was Aubie:
Even still, he had to work to keep up his body heat. Here he’s showing us a new dance:
It flurries for the first four innings and the last two innings. Nothing sticks, but for a brief time it was really coming down. It was all very hysterical. And I couldn’t feel my feet after a while.
Auburn won 14-7. We got snowed on. The guys from Eastern Illinois, who no doubt booked this southeastern swing to avoid a few days of winter, were probably less than pleased about all of that.
We got home and were just starting to prepare ingredients for dinner when we got a text invitation to join our friends Adam and Jessa at a Mexican restaurant. We closed the joint down. We should do this every week.
