Grrrr to the grumpy groundhog who has a day named after him. We Midwesterners collectively watched and waited with bated breath to get the scoop on Phil’s prognostication about our weather for the next six weeks. Well, Phil dashed our expectations, but really and truly – did he disappoint? Nah. We had the good sense to suspect he would say we had six more weeks of wintry weather. Even Woody, our local woodchuck out of the Howell Nature Center, had an identical prediction. I guess we Michiganders will just suck it up and carry on. I’ll mosey downstairs to hop on the exercise bike, since it will be a long time before I lace up the old walking shoes, especially after the freezing rain left its mark. My driveway was treacherous when I took out the garbage and ran the car earlier today. Not the glaze ice, but this bumpy, lumpy ice that looked like a crystal washboard up and down the sidewalk and driveway and along the front of the garage. The car and I aren’t going on an excursion any time soon, of that I can be sure.
- Linda Schaub
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