Always complaining about the weather

I don’t know if anyone else is like me, but there are only about two weeks out of the year that I don’t complain about the weather.

I complain if it’s too hot. I complain if it’s too cold, rainy, windy, etc.

For example, already this baseball season I have sat in the bleachers in a winter coat and blanket while freezing, shorts and a T-shirt sweating my rear end off, and stood under awnings of concession stands while it poured down rain.

Being from Texas, I guess you could say I prefer the heat over the cold Wyoming winters. I feel like I am somewhat acclimated at this point. Or, at the very least, I would hope so, since it has been 16 years.

There are pros and cons about the weather no matter where you live in the world.

The last time I visited Texas, I was traveling with two of my daughters, and I remember walking out of the doors of the DFW airport and the humidity immediately took my breath away. It felt like we were swimming through the air, and it was so thick you could cut it with a knife, on top of the nearly 100-degree heat.

In my younger years, I would bear that heat all day long at the baseball fields watching my brother or friends play. If people think I am tan now, they should have seen me back then. We practically lived there.

While I was in Vegas this past winter, I joked with my friends that were all bundled up when the temperature dropped below 50 degrees, and I pulled up the Lovell weather on my phone and showed them the negative numbers. I was there at the right time because Vegas is already averaging over 100 degrees every day now.

If we could only have the best of both worlds. I envy the “snowbirds” that fly south for the winter after enjoying the summer weather conditions here.

I know the issue is more of a complaining problem that I have when I should have an attitude of gratitude that it could always be worse. Why can’t it just be 80 degrees, sunny, with a slight breeze and not a cloud in the sky? Come on, is that so much to ask?

I guess the real lesson I have learned from this is that, no matter what the weather is doing, you will probably still find me at the baseball field this time of year, regardless. I don’t have a weather problem; I have a baseball problem. It would just be nice if the weather accommodated my wants more often. Can I get an amen?