February 2, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Crisis averted. We have survived Groundhog’s (woodchuck) Day.
I totally didn’t bring it up. In fact, I downplayed the whole groundhog (woodchuck) thing and let Bug Boy take the lead. I didn’t even MENTION the dang rodent. We got up this morning to a two-hour delay and an inch of ice and when we sat down to watch the results, Phil prognosticated that an early spring was on its way. That’s right. No shadow. Phew. I think I can speak for everyone on the east coast (save the ski area owners) and say, “THANK YOU BABY JEBUS.”
Luke’s reaction to the groundhog (woodchuck) not seeing his shadow? “OMG. THERE TOTALLY IS SO A SHADOW THERE. THEY LIED!” and then retreated to his room to drown his sorrows in a bucket of legos. You know, because Phil and the Grand Order in Punxsatawny are part of a grand governmental conspiracy. Nevermind the fact that it doesn’t matter if Phil see his shadow or not. Winter lasts until March 20 (first day of spring is March 21, yo) regardless. Which means we have SEVEN more weeks of winter. No matter what. Suck it, Phil.
I’d like to thank everyone for their kind words yesterday. I did some thinking and stuff. Wanna know what I came up with?
I realized I started this blog as an online diary of sorts. I do it because it gives me a place to vent, I don’t have to censor myself (mostly, I try not to cuss) and it is therapeutic. And, if one person can glean one piece of advice that helps them in their own lives? Worth it to me. See, I’m the sort of person that likes helping people. To a fault. Like, I put everyone else before me (note to self: Make resolution to learn to say “NO”). So I write this
boring diatribe riveting journal for me. And for them. And for my kids some day. Not to get rich or famous or write and get paid (because you can’t be a blogger and expect to get money. It just doesn’t happen that way). Although that part was nice (and, for the record, I sought NONE of that out, it fell into my lap which is awesomesauce and all sparkly and cool and stuff.
So? I’ll continue. For now. Because whenever I go through this mid-winter-blahs-SAD-dye-my-hair-paint-my-house-rearrange-furniture phase? I feel this way. I can look back over the past few years at this time (see? Another reason to keep this journal!) and see the same feelings spilled onto the page. Hey! At least I’m consistent with SOMETHING, right?
Now. Go forth and enjoy the groundhog’s (woodchuck’s) prediction. And pray for my sanity at 4pm when Bug Boy returns home. Because they WILL talk about it at school. Sigh.