a well lived bland life
When I was a young gullible lad, I believed that Punxsutawny Phil, the famous groundhog who struts his stuff in front of the nation every February on Groundhog's Day, actually determined the length of winter. I wondered what kind of sick and twisted animal would actually choose to put us through six more weeks of sub-zero temperatures regardless of its shadow. If this animal actually possessed this power why wouldn't he join the ranks of Superman or Spiderman and use these gifts for good? I'm sure I felt a sense of relief when I discovered that this myth was in fact a farce. Tomorrow is Groundhog's Day and I for one will no longer be getting my weather forecast from small fury creatures. Today marks Anna's full 37th week of pregnancy declaring her full-term and ready to give birth anytime from now till the end of February. The coming arrival of our first child increases my excitement for Spring. I can't wait to show our little guy or girl the amazing world he/she has been born into. The past two days have also been comparatively tropical hitting highs of about 40 degrees which also whetted my appetite for Spring. And so I would like to take this moment to address Spring: Dear Spring, I challenge you to bring us the best Spring you can muster. I dare you to bring your A-game and knock the pants off of all of us as we emerge squinty-eyed from our cabin-fevers into the your bright shining season of splendor. Last Spring you dropped the ball and the result was a wet, flooded mess that caused a lot of damage and grief. So I would like to again encourage you to pick yourself up and come through with a Spring so wonderful that legends will be told generations from now about the greatness that was witnessed in the Spring of 2009.Groundhog's Day
Cabin Fever
Dear Spring
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