Don’t Dis the Rodent

Someone, somewhere scoffed when Punxsutawney Phil came out of his hole on February 2nd…whether it was out loud or in their hearts, they scoffed and belittled the Great Prognosticator. And the next thing you know, Mother Nature FLEXED. We got six more weeks of winter all stuffed into one week. My favorite meme of the eleven-day circle of Hell was “Hey, Friends Who Live in the North…you weather is in my yard, drunk. Come get it.” The runner-up was the “COVID: I can’t keep Texans inside. TEXAS WEATHER: Hold my beer.”

The moral of the story is: Don’t scoff at the Groundhog.

I like snow. I like cold. I don’t like worrying about whether power will be on, pipes will burst, or which of my books I should start burning in my fireplace for warmth. I am glad that it is 54 today. I am still marrow-chilled from the cold, but I know that I will thaw before long…I think Black Bean Soup and cornbread is in my future.