Well, the rumor is the groundhog saw its shadow and predicted another six weeks of winter. I’m not sure how the little porker could see a shadow since it is overcast across the entire hemisphere, but there it is.
I can’t really say that I blame the little bugger. Given the option I would crawl back in my hole and stay there six weeks. I’m unsure if it was the weather or the frozen roads that kept me at home – probably the roads, since I rather enjoy cold days – but I have a terrible case of the plumb disgusted.
I don’t want to do anything. Except eat, which entails cooking and washing the dishes, so I don’t even want to do that. I barely want to go out to eat, which used to be a favorite pastime. There is hope on the horizon, though.
I can tell the days are lengthening, because both the rooster and I are waking up earlier. Granted, I don’t always stay awake, but the internal time clock is trying to change gears. If only the brain inertia would clear, like an ice floe on a river, break up and float downstream. What an explosion that would be!
It’s not that I am dreaming of those 100 degree days that are just around the corner. I loathe them as much as anyone else in their right mind does.
No, I just want to see the sun and feel it on my face. I am ready for the first blades of green to poke up through the duff. So is everything that grazes, pecks or scratches.
I also find it deeply offending that it has been warmer and less snowy at our son’s home in Cody, Wyoming, than it has been here. Of course that means the bears will be awake sooner rather than later, which is never a good thing, but every paradise has its drawbacks.
Rumor is there will be another arctic blast in about two weeks, but a glance at NOAA maps show Oklahoma as leaning toward above normal temps for those dates. We may dodge that bullet.
But here is the big burning question. When did cold weather in January and February become news? I understand it is if there is snow in Palm Springs or Miami Beach, but don’t people who live in the northeast expect it to be cold this time of year? Did we all just turn into a bunch of whiny babies who demand sunny skies and warm weather every day? Should rain only fall on days that are convenient for us?
Maybe we all need to put on our big kid drawers and accept what we are handed, weather-wise. I will if everyone else will.
Or we could just crawl back into our burrows and wait six weeks and try it again. Right now, that sounds pretty darned good.