It was only 40 degrees (California, the south SF Bay area) this morning, so I layered up with a sweater and jacket over my utility shirt and headed for school.
By morning recess, since I subbed I was on yard duty, I was peeling off the jacket. Teaching kids how to play Four Square. Games really aren’t fun if you don’t know the rules. The sun was drying up any evidence of the recent days of chilly rain we’ve had and kids were running out on the field. The grass was up to some knees. And more kids were joining the game, once it was a game. I love Four Square.
By lunch I had parked my sweater on the back of my chair, too, and went to the staff building to heat up leftovers with sleeves rolled up. It was 70. By the time I went home, I put the top down on the Miata and enjoyed a 74 degree late afternoon.
Tomorrow is the official first day of spring and I’m grateful to note there’s a 70% chance of rain — about a quarter of an inch — predicted for San Jose. I’m not in a hurry for summer heat, and I’m not in a hurry for the change in the students once the sap rises. Spring is so short in California, sometimes.
When much is going on in my mind, I take the Midwestern default. Talk about the weather.