Happy February 2nd! I will admit to having a fair number of flagrantly dorky hobbies (chamber music, playing video games, Star Trek), but I may have hit the tops with the affection that I feel for Groundhog day. There is just something irresistibly adorable about the idea of an entire town stopping to celebrate a small furry creature. The “prognosticator of prognosticators” has been making predictions since at least 1887, according to this site. The town elite get dressed up in top hats and get up at the crack of dawn just to see whether or not the little guy sees his shadow or not. Apparently, he’s seen his shadow far more frequently than not.
There was a fair amount of trash talk about his ability to actually predict with any degree of accuracy in the past few days, which you can see here and here. Heck, Punxsutawney Phil even has his own Twitter account. Did you know that you can have breakfast with Phil?
I don’t have a bucket list of my own (yet…?), but if I did, I think that being in Punxsutawney, PA on February 2 would definitely be on that list. The whole notion is utterly charming, and I get a thrill out of it every year. Even though I know that regardless of whether Phil sees his shadow or not, spring will come about March 20 or 21, which is…just about six weeks from now.
Besides, look at this face. What a cutie-pie.