So, I live in the Northeast. That means we get snow. I’ve lived here for. . .well for decades. And every year we get snow. It gets cold. There’s water vapor in the air. Snow. Every year. Seriously, at least a dusting. And most years we get one good storm. By good storm I mean 6-8 inches of snow at once. It’s kind of exciting, truth be told. Schools shut down, people flock to the grocery stores, and if you don’t mind driving in the snow, it can be fun. You drive slow, nobody’s around, and your car slides a little. Wheeee!
But every once in a while we get a biggie and then the weathermen go nuts. Like this one, which they’ve named Juno. Yes, they name snowstorms these days. I understand naming Hurricanes. That makes sense. But snowstorms? A few years back we had snow every 3 days. Who can remember that many names? I have a tough enough time remembering all my characters’ names, and I like them!At any rate, Juno’s on the way. Granted, those on the coasts could be in for some trouble. Lots of wind, storm surge, can be a little scary. Best to batten down the hatches, make sure you’ve got batteries and such. But for those of us inland? It’s really not the disaster they’re making it out to be. Yeah, I know, we’re getting 20-30 inches. It’s a lot. Still it’s cold–well below freezing–which means we get a dry fluffy snow. Now 30 inches of anything is a bear to shovel, no argument there. But dry snow doesn’t stick to power lines or trees or anything. We could lose power, but it’s not likely. Here, where I live, we’ve lost power for a significant amount of time only twice. Once was for an ice storm (4 days for that!) and during the “Halloween” storm which came before all the leaves were off the trees. It was a wet snow too, and so it stuck to the trees and brought them down. We were out of power for 5 days on that one. Dry, fluffy snow doesn’t do that. It flies around and makes seeing hard, that’s about all.
But the weather men are excited and they’re jumping around and panicking everybody who has forgotten this is New England, we get snow, lots of it. The electric company knows that. That’s why they trim trees. Power outages in the city areas are rare and usually fixed quickly. People in the really rural areas have generators. We’re ready. We were ready last week, and last month and last year. We know not to drive in bad snow. You don’t really have to tell us. We haven’t all just arrived from the deserts of Africa. We’ve done this before. And if we’re flocking to the grocery stores, it’s not because we really need a week’s supply of bread and milk. It’s because big storms are kind of like a party for New Englanders, and we need party food. Yeah, we’ll throw bread in the cart. But there’s also lots of chocolate, and wine.
New Englanders all have their rituals (as I’m sure all people who get hit by bad storms regularly do). We’ve developed them over the years. Mine is bring in some wood for a fire. Make sure I’ve got what I need to make chocolate chip cookies. And then turn on the television and watch the weathermen go nuts. I don’t need ’em to tell me how to prepare. I watch them for the entertainment, because truth be told, half the joy of a New England blizzard is making fun of the weathermen.