Rodent Refuses to Predict Weather

In a stunning turn of events, Youngstown groundhog Marty Marmion refused to leave the warmth of the burrow on the morning of February 2, 2018.

“I don’t understand,” said the homeowner. “Marty was supposed to come out and predict the weather. That’s what groundhogs do. Now how are we to know if we are going to have an early Spring?”

A request to interview Marty was ignored, however an invisible prepared statement was found tacked near the entrance to the burrow.

“It’s cold,” the pretend note said. “Humans can look for their own damn shadows.”

We will keep an eye out for paw prints in the snow and update if Marty decides to venture out.

Odds are good that Marty will not emerge from hibernation before Spring, as the groundhog looked to be fatter than usual last Fall. We may learn that Marty is short for Martha instead of Martin.

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Beading the Chill Away


I started beading again during the Polar Vortex.   That’s something I used to do years ago as I found it very calming and peaceful and quite simple to do.  It’s kind of like the grown-up version of stringing up macaroni necklaces.  Till your eyes get old and you can’t find the holes.  Or arthritis cramps your hands up.  Or some spinal nerve games makes it feel like someone shoved a wedge between your shoulder blades and occasionally smacks it with a hammer just to drive it in a little deeper.  Then you don’t do it so much anymore.

Most of my beads are leaning towards vintage as the only beads purchased in the last few years were supplies for a nieces’ bridal jewelry.   They’re still good… stone beads are “old rocks” to start with, silver is still silver, and the crystals still sparkle as pretty as the day they were made.   When the world froze over, I got to thinking that if I turn that hat box full of beads into bracelets, earrings, and necklaces, there may come a day when an opportunity comes along to sell such things.  In the meanwhile, I will just tag things with length and bead information and seal it in baggies so the silver doesn’t tarnish.   I could also pull things out to give as gifts.   At my slow pace (since I can’t do it all the time), it might take years.

I hear it has warmed up a bit out there.  I might actually go see for myself.  Now I feel like “Mid Milly” going out to look for my shadow.  Millicent Midlothian is one of our local groundhogs.  She is not famous or anything.  She just lives in Booker’s back yard, next door to the Carter down there on the Southside of Youngstown.   I can predict this:  only 24 more days till February 2nd.