Remember that movie Groundhog Day? After watching it, I vowed to never watch it again. It was excruciating. That 6:00AM alarm clock? The Sonny and Cher “I Got You Babe” soundtrack? I remembered him jumping off a building, but I couldn’t remember what it was that broke the curse.
After the last two weeks of days blurring into one another, it felt like Groundhog Day. I was clearly losing track of my daily Coronavirus blog count. And then last night, I was possessed by an inexplicable desire to rewatch the movie. We had a special takeaway dinner from Sidecar, and then I convinced James and Nate to join me. At the beginning, Nate told me “It was the boringest movie ever.” But by morning #2, he seemed relatively sucked into the premise. We’re not entirely sure if he’s actually experienced déjà vu, or is just pretending to fit in.
I didn’t remember that there was so much smooching, but Nate was stricken with a need to cover his eyes and writhe around like he was being electrocuted when Phil’s lips touched Rita’s. So dis-cuss-ting.
Turns out the curse was finally broken when Phil became the person he needed to be. When he was generous and kind and gave to others, rather than being a smarmy cynic that only cared about himself. He finally stopped trying to use the situation to trick women and rob banks for his own personal gain. When he embraced Punxsutawney and his situation, becoming the best version of himself, he woke-up on February third.
It may be a bit philosophical for a Mommy blog, but Groundhog Day might just be a metaphor for the current coronavirus perpetual lockdown. Resist and rebel and remain in recessionary, retail purgatory. Think of others. Embrace the home life. And sooner, rather than later, the lockdown will be lifted.
Hey Nate, “Have you ever experienced déjà vu?”
“Yep. Nope. Nope. Yep.”