Happy Groundhog Day!

I find it very odd that in this day and age wherein we’ve developed such sophisticated technology to predict upcoming weather events and measure the effects of global warming, we sit by our wide-screen televisions to await news with regard to whether a rodent living in Pennsylvania came out of his burrow to tell us if we’re going to have another six weeks of winter.

We’re gonna have six weeks of winter, regardless of whether Phil sees his shadow, but those people in Punxsutawney have kept the tradition alive since 1887. I’d suspect only those who are, or are nearly, baby boomers even give a crap, but it made me laugh this morning.

It was nice to have a laugh while I worrying about whether anyone will ever buy my book aside from me. I was blowing up balloons for my pity party when I heard the man on the news talking about Puxatony Phil seeing his shadow. Why doesn’t he work for the National Weather Service or NOAA? He seems to do as good a job as a lot of the meteorologists I see on television! The groundhog deserves a raise, I’d say!


Published by Sam E. Kraemer

I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet, and we've now settled in the desert of Nevada. I write M/M contemporary romance, subgenres: sweet low angst, age-gap, cowboys, mysteries, and military/mercenary to name a few. I am a firm believer in "Love is Love" regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful every day for all I have been given. I’m old enough to know how to have fun, but too old to care what others think about my definition of a good time. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!

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