Cherry Saturday, February 2, 2019

Today is Groundhog Day.

Okay, technically that means that if some rodent in PA sees his shadow we have six more weeks of winter, but polar vortex, people. We’ll be lucky if all we have is six more weeks. The important thing here is that if you haven’t seen the movie Groundhog Day you really should. There’s a reason that’s a classic. (The new Netflix series, Russian Doll, is getting great reviews and it’s supposed to be a new variation on that trope.)

It’s also Ice Cream for Breakfast Day, in case you’ve gone off groundhogs for some reason.

48 thoughts on “Cherry Saturday, February 2, 2019

  1. Okay I’ll take Groundhog Day and ice cream. But I’ll still miss Ranger Rich’s racoon porn. I know the book is too long-but; striped tails, masks and hand washing. I mean I would not google it but I would read your book about it. Oh hell, I will anyway.

  2. Pie for breakfast was A Thing for years in America. Not sure it still is, but it’s just one more step for a la mode. (“Pie” in America almost always means a sweet, not a savory, pie.)

    1. Pie for breakfast will always be “a thing” as long as there is a day after Thanksgiving. Since my extended family can’t agree on only 1 (or 2 or 3) flavors of pie, pie for breakfast can last more than 1 day,

  3. I woke up to -9 (again!), the house at 62 degrees even though the thermostat was set at 66, and frost on the inside of the house (on the pipe where the pellet stove is vented).

    It’s too freaking cold for ice cream for breakfast. There might, however, be “I survived the polar vortex” bacon.

    Today is also Imbolc, the Pagan holiday they took (coff:stole:coff) Groundhog’s Day from. It is a quarter-cross holiday, meaning that it falls between the solstice and the equinox, and it celebrates the first subtle stirrings of life under the ground that herald the coming of spring. Very subtle, this year!

    1. I just wanted to say thank you for explaining Imbolc, Deborah. In all these years, I had never realized that “groundhog day” falls halfway between the solstice and the equinox — an amazing oversight, given how frantically I chase every second of extra sunlight at this time of year. Just knowing that we’re crossing another little threshold toward spring really lifts my spirits!

    2. Lammas down here. The first harvest, and dark is beginning to close in once again. Not that you’d know it from the multiple heatwaves we’ve been having. Summer feels almost never ending, and so do the tomato plants.

  4. Groundhog Day was the anniversary of my last ex. Don’t have anniversaries on holidays, yo. Not that I care any more, really.

    1. You said it. My step father died at a Christmas Party and years later my grandmother died the day after Christmas. Definitely moves the holiday into another realm.

    2. My beloved grandmother died on Valentine’s Day. (Although admittedly, she was two months shy of 100 and ready, so it wasn’t quite tragic. But still.) I said to her, “Really, grandma, like this day didn’t suck enough already?”

  5. I’ve gone off groundhog for breakfast, ice cream sounds nicer.

    As for the 6 more weeks of winter, even on a good year I’ve got between 12 and 16 more weeks so a pox on groundhogs and their silly predictions. With any luck the guy with the Bobcat who cleans peoples’ driveways will get here today, he’s booked but I don’t know where I am on the list so it might be tomorrow. I got my exercise in for the day before 7:30 shoveling snow so we could move vehicles.

    Can we send the polar vortex to anyone who needs fire control?

  6. Crap, in my zeal to use up a box of strawberries, I decided to crush a few and add them to frosting. I should have realized the sugar would release the liquid from the berry. Don’t think I’m going to keep adding confectioners sugar to the mix so I put it outside to see how it turns out. This is not my first rodeo in culinary mistakes. Argh!

    Checked the bay and the tide is sending an icy slush in along the shore. It is supposed to warm up to the fifties Monday and Tuesday. But holy marshmallows I wouldn’t want to be in Australia with temps I’ve read reaching into the 120’s. Much like Death Valley.

    My dad died on his birthday with a little smile on his face or maybe his features just relaxed with no more pain. Well this is getting to grim so I’m going to check on my strawberry glue.

    Happy Groundhog Day. Early spring predicted by Punxsutawney Phil.

  7. We are off to a seminar on remodeling bathrooms this morning so we can upgrade the master bath because we don’t have enough house projects around here (sarcasm, people, sarcasm). So instead of our usual breakfast of oatmeal, fruit, juice, coffee, we are have a sausage and egg on toast because it’s quicker and hopefully will dull the pain of more suffering in the offing.

    1. Affogato? Only reason I return to a certain Italian resto (hq in Milan) run by thugs and thieves is because I first tasted the dessert there.

  8. We have ice cream. Ben & Jerry’s topped strawberry swirl, that I actually bought for New Year’s Eve. (And a small 1-portion cup I got as a gift from the Grocery Store for ordering food this week: Moo-phoria Chocolate Cookie Dough)
    Can ANYONE tell me why the heck we didn’t have that for breakfast?

    (I just asked F, and he said: “We did have breakfast”, and I said yeah we did but not ice cream… He just mumbled something unintelligible and went back to his e-sport tournament. Men and their priorities. 😉 )

    In other news: I was outside yesterday! F had asked me to come with him to his work – he had an appointment with his team leader to talk about the reintegration to work from his burnout and he’d asked me to be there too as support – so we walked to the bus and it was freezing and slippery from half-melted snow and great to breathe outside air. The Dutchies have been panicking the whole week about the snow (1cm) but except the slipperiness it was OK. When we came to F’s job they had a nice surprise for him: He’s been employed there for 12,5 years now, so they had cake (three kinds, my oh my!) and a medal for devoted service (apparently that’s a thing there, yeah), a salary bonus and flowers and whatnot for him 🙂 That was a great surprise! I could tell it made him happy. Everyone was also very nice and welcoming towards me. I also got to meet his teamleader/boss, which was unexpectedly nice. Great guy. Not everyone’s best buddy apparently, but I like him. He told me he was overjoyed to have me there for the small ceremony too; it’s not often people invite their partners to come along to work and he thought it was perfect for this occasion. I approve of this man. 😉
    Anyway, what I wanted to say was that although the walk to the bus isn’t a marathon, I’ve been outside and moved my butt a little bit and breathed “fresh” (city) air and met new people, which are all good things. Oh, and I had cake, of course. 😉

    Have a great weekend, everyone!

  9. More of a Groundhog’s life than day, someone asked on Twitter recently whether anyone would want to go back and relive their younger self — not to change it, but just to relive it — and I didn’t look at the responses, because … shudder. Do. Not. Want.

    If I could change somethings, that would be great, but even the good years, like when I was in college in a utopian setting, it’s not really something I’d want to relive, minute by minute.

    1. I think it would be like Inception, it would feel like deja vu, unreal.

      The thing is if you could go back and change things, you would just make different mistakes, because you are still you. People are who they are

  10. Lol. I guess groundhogs for ‘Mericans and ice cream for us Southern Hemisphere people. So far my neck of the sub-tropical zone has hit mid-30°C. I still like it. 🤷🏻‍♀️A

    Keep safe y’all.

  11. Okay, so I asked my daughter if she realized what today is, and she said, “It’s Presidents Day!” I know that isn’t for another couple of weeks and a bit, so I asked, “What do you mean?” (I’m a natural straight man.)

    She replied, “Presidents Day is when Trump steps out of the White House, and if he sees his shadow, we get twelve more months of b*llsh*t.”

  12. I can’t think of any period of my life I’d like to do again. Unless I could relax and enjoy things more. A do-over? Maybe. Just reliving it? Uh. no thank you.

    Love the movie Groundhog Day. Thank you, Bill Murray.

    Love Presidents Day but I’d rather we didn’t get the 12 more months of b*llshit!!

  13. Edge of Tomorrow (which might have some other name, now, but was Edge of Tomorrow) is a great movie that uses that trope, too. Emily Blunt is awesome in it.

    1. I don’t think anyone changed the name, but the theme: LIVE! DIE! REPEAT! is so prominent on the DVD case and movie marquees that many think that’s the name.

    2. There’s an entire class of stories and movies with the do-over theme. Peggy Sue Got Married, Butterfly Effect, Quantum Leap, etc. Some of them are favorites of mine.

      1. The Groundhog Day trope isn’t just a do-over, it’s a do-over on a loop, with the protagonist returned to exactly where he or she started over and over again. Groundhog Day’s protagonist experiences the same day over and over again for ten years: 3,650 times. It’s not the do-over that’s significant, it’s the number of times the protagonist has to do the same day/evening/whatever, and what effect that has on him or her.

        1. There was an amazing episode of Stargate where O’Neill and Teal’c are reliving 10 hours. I love the bit where O’Neill is all ‘I’m taking the day off” at some point in the loop and does all the stuff he can’t do normally, like hit golf balls into the wormhole and kiss Carter. Teal’c loses patience with the guy who keeps opening a door into him. It is one of my favorite episodes.

  14. Whitecaps on the ocean, wind from the freakin’ SOUTH (storm from the north apparently circling), sand blowing to holy hell. All seats filled for Vice showing, so we took a rain check. And, people, in arid SoCal, we have us a true rain check.

  15. I stumbled upon a channel that was playing Groundhog Day on repeat. I sat down and watched it to end my day. It’s still enjoyable.

    While P. Phil predicted an early spring, Sir Walter Wally, the local resident groundhog saw his shadow, so there is a predicted six more weeks of winter here in North Carolina.

    (Or as my Dad always said – if he sees his shadow, there are six more weeks. If he doesn’t, it’s 42 more days.)


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