Monday, February 06, 2006

As someone who grew up on the southern California coast, I admit that in the past I have had relatively little use for or interest in Groundhog Day. Feb. 2 was simply one more day in a "beach winter" where "bundling up" means wearing shoes instead of flip-flops. This year, however, potentially having six more weeks of winter not only means I have to keep wearing shoes, but that I need to stock up on more Aspirin Complex (the NyQuil equivalent over here) and multi-vitamins. So, like any normal person with a grave distrust of, I headed over to Punxsutawney Phil's website to check out the forecast. According to, things don't look good:

It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Around the country there are many imitators of me.

In Harrisburg there is Gus who appears on TV
working for the lottery.

Then all around town,
Cute groundhog statues abound.
They all look like me, I found.

Today on the Knob as I'm doing my job,
I don't like this likeness of me.

It's my shadow I see. Six more weeks of mild winter there will be.

I have to say, though, my faith in Phil was shaken a bit when I read the Frequently Asked Questions page and discovered that Phil is over 120 years old and that he prognosticates in Groundhogese, "a language only understood by the current president of the Inner Circle." I'm not sure how much I trust a tottering, monomaniacal groundhog that issues proclamations only in rhyming couplets. I've decided intsead to place my faith in the fact that all the stores here are already selling tank tops and capri pants--surely this bodes well for warmer weather in the next month.


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