- TOMORROW we are celebrating Valentine’s Day. Bring someone you love. Wear something Pink, Red, or Love related.
- Next week we are celebrating ARIZONA STATEHOOD DAY. This is going to be HUGE. We want to give you ample amount of warning because we want you to dress up accordingly. Wear something that represents Arizona. Awards will be awarded for best costumes.
- Don’t forget to sign up for Nick’s Run.
Groundhog’s Day is a tradition in the US and Canada that celebrates a groundhog’s emergence from his winter den. Superstition holds that if a groundhog sees his shadow as he leaves his den (if it is sunny out), there will be six more weeks of winter weather. If the groundhog does not see his shadow (on a cloudy day), it means that spring is on the way.
Here in the valley we don’t really understand that whole bit about seeing your shadow or not because well, it’s always sunny here and OF COURSE Punxasutawney Phil would see his shadow. So with all of this glorious sunlight that would lead any groundhog named Phil to tell us we are in for six more weeks of winter, we look to a different and more locally favored Phil to tell us whether or not spring has sprung.
Every year, coincidentally usually over Groundhog’s Day, Phil Mickelson and his golfing buddies roll into town for the Phoenix Open. According to Valley folklore, if Phil Mickelson shows up to play at the Phoenix Open then spring is upon us. If he doesn’t, it means this tribe scrambling to make their three pieces of winter gear stretch for another six weeks.
And the proof of Phil’s power is in the pudding.
Last week Wednesday was the coldest workout we’ve had all year, with the temperatures dipping below freezing. The next day, Phil teed off and the temperatures immediately rose and we saw almost a perfect weekend with weather in the 70s and 80s. So, hopefully that means that the cold weather is behind us at November Project Phoenix, and the sun will start to rise a little earlier, so we can see your smiling, happy faces.
Oh. And Nestor. We can’t wait to celebrate your birthday this week.
Peace, love, and cacti,
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