Well rumor has it, and I just confirmed it with a quick google search Punxsutawney Phil is predicting six more weeks of winter. He, or rather someone near him that speaks ground hog translated his prediction as this, "Many shadows do I see, six more weeks of winter it must be."
During a normal winter I would be booing away at this prediction. By now Christmas has passed, we've had a snow storm or three, and I would be sick of scraping ice off my windshield every morning.
But enter this winter, I have a car with remote start up, we had a record high a few days ago, there have been absolutely zero, count them again, 0 snow storms, and I think I've only scraped my window once. So I'm torn about this whole six more weeks of winter prediction.
Granted, I don't think this prediction is probably the most accurate way to judge the coming of spring, but still. Do I really want sprint to come early this year? I hate spring. And am I really ready to give up on winter? I haven't had any good reasons to call into work to stay home and be lazy because it's too dangerous to drive. What gives? That is one of the best things winter has going for it, that and skiing. But I doubt finances are going to allow for skiing this year but I could at least get one good snow day at home. Anyway, I digress. The point is this. I don't like spring.
Before you stop reading all you spring lovers, let me explain. I know spring is probably the most popular season of all, but to me it's just a giant tease. Warm days and jackets followed by cold drizzly rain. Turn the heat on, turn the heat off, then turn it back on again. I don't like it. I get sick. Just when the birds start singing and the sun peeks out BEFORE my alarm goes off we turn the clock back. And did I mention, I get sick. The warm day we had this week left me feeling like my head exploded and my throat soar. So yea, I'm going to say it, spring sucks.
Now if Phil were predicting that we'd have 6 more weeks of winter before jumping right into summer, I'd be crying. Bring on the sunshine people! So I guess I will be one of the few cheering for a longer winter. At least then I might get a shorter spring before the much too short summer arrives on my doorstep. And should my Publisher's Clearinghouse check every arrive I can ski.
Here's a photo of Phil I snagged from Google. I'm probably breaking a million copyright laws by posting it, but if requested, I will remove it from my blog.
Happy Ground Hog Day!