February second. Groundhog Day. That special day when large rodents forecast the weather. In Canada they look to Ontario’s Wiarton Willie. In America, the prognosticator of prognosticators, Punxsutawney Phil. It is a day created to give hope to the masses. Hope to the many who refuse to embrace winter. Alas, a false hope generated by a rodent. Hope that the cold and snow will disappear into an early spring. Silly rodent. We had groundhog for dinner tonight. Tastes a lot like chicken.
Groundhog Day. One of my favorite movies. A weatherman is forced to relive the same day, everyday. I can relate. I need that goofy shirt. The one from the gift shop. The one that says “been there, done that. 28 days. All basically the same. Wake up, chemotherapy, stay in house. 28 days. I finished chemo 4 days ago. Things are changing. Change is good. The sharp pain is gone. But it still hurts. It still aches. My cheeks and nose hurt. Like I went 5 rounds with Mike Tyson. My face is red and messy. My loving wife described it as “oozy”. A lovely description. Out of the way world, oozy or not I was going out. A big time outing. Yes. A big box hardware store. Incognito weatherman shopping for hardware. As can happen, I was recognized. Ball cap, ooze and all. We met Sue and her husband. Loyal viewers of FOX 9 and my blog. I was oozy, they were lovely. Thank you Sue!
Perhaps it is because today was different. I feel the change. I feel the healing. I feel the need. The need for speed. I am starting to feel better. Perhaps that is why I felt the need to include a Top Gun line.
Day 31. Thanks for stopping by. Healing nicely, Oozy pics below 🙂