Talk about the weather, old age

I'm getting old right before my own feeble eyes. I can't deny it any more.

I have living proof.

I blame it on the weather because it seems like the weather is a fixation with me at times.

When I was a kid, hanging around group-ups at the barber shop, post office and even at church, the weather was always the topic.

Will it rain or not? How hot is it gonna get this summer?

Then recently we went through an 'Easter Cold Snap.'

I'd heard of these as a kid. Now I got to experience or maybe two of this mysterious occurrences.

I was sure glad I hadn't planted my garden because it was 43 degrees of my patio this past weekend.

That is East Texas temperatures in late April ,young fella. That's kind of unheard or if not at least rare.

Twice Mother Nature had fooled me and I packed my trusty windbreaker away for the season.

Then on two occasions I had to bring the trusty jacket back out to warm my old bones yet again on a brisk morning. That trusty little extra layer always felt good over work clothes.

It's actually a recycled wind suit top from one of my favorite 'jogging suits' in the 80s. Because I never throw anything out, especially clothes. If they still fit... I wear then until they finally just come apart at the seems. Hopefully this happens at home or it could be very embarrassing.

Like an old Texas Ranger shirt I have. I wore it when I coached my son in baseball, decades ago. He is 30 years old and two kids of his own and yet I still hang on to a stretched-out threadbare faded blue and red replica jersey. Those were good times.

I can recall back in my day, the Rangers were actually good. They sure had some stars to root for back when my hair was black, not gray.

My son loved Texas outfielder Rusty Greer because they are both gingers and he liked the style of play Greer had, all out, all the time. Rusty was a good one.

I was happy when he sought his autograph and used him as a sports role model.

I thought those good old days had disappeared quicker than a Nolan Ryan fastball, but it appears the 2023 Texas ball club could actually create some excitement. They've got pitching, hitting and a manager older than me.

It might happen, the Rangers are smarter than I am, they don't worry about the weather, they never talk about it at all.

They play all home games under a retractable roof. I've been there, it is very lovely.

How smart. Why didn't I think of that?