Groundhog Day


After a brown Christmas, and a 50 degree New Year’s Day, I wasn’t expecting much from winter.  Vacation was over, we had a long stretch ahead of us – days upon days of driving to school, driving home from school, driving to school, driving home from school, driving to school, driving home from school, driving to school, driving home from school, driving to school, driving home from school.  (This is sometimes how life feels when you have a child that goes to school five half-days)  My own personal Groundhog Day. (Remember that movie?)

But then Mother Nature surprised us – in a most delightful way!  It started snowing and school was canceled… and then it kept snowing and school was canceled again… and then it snowed some more!  And for a month and a half we kept reliving the same day over and over again.  But instead of driving to school, driving home from school, driving to school, driving home from school, driving to school, driving home from school, it was snow, school canceled, shovel, sled, snow, school canceled, shovel, sled, snow, snow, snow, school canceled shovel, sled.  It was Groundhog Day alright – the utopian version.

My shoulders and arms are sore every day from shoveling, and my legs are sore from climbing up sledding hills in waist-high snow.  It’s winter, and I feel happy and alive.

Furthermore – excuse my language – screw you Punxsutawney Phil.  You’re just a cheap, American version of a hedgehog, and you’ve only been right 39% of the time.

Here’s to six more weeks of winter!







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