“Nemo, newcomer of orange and white, you have been called forth to the summit of Mt. Wannahockaloogie to join with us in the fraternal bonds of tankhood!”
The Weather Channel announced last November that during the upcoming winter season they would begin naming noteworthy winter storms. Their reason: “to better communicate the threat and the timing of the significant impacts that accompany these events. The fact is, a storm with a name is easier to follow, which will mean fewer surprises and more preparation.” The Weather Channel also pointed out:
- Naming a storm raises awareness. (Really?)
- Attaching a name makes it much easier to follow a weather system’s progress. (I’m pretty sure I decided to follow the storm when they said we’d get over a foot of snow).
- A storm with a name takes on a personality all its own, which adds to awareness. (Uh, yeah, Nemo, doesn’t sound like a storm to me)
- In today’s social media world, a name makes it much easier to reference in communication. (Okay, I guess saying “Nemo” on my Facebook posts was a lot easier than saying “The Blizzard os 2013”)
- A named storm is easier to remember and refer to in the future. (You got me on this one… if you say “Nemo” to me 10 years from now I’ll most definitely remember this storm. But I’m sure I’ll remember it if you also just reference “blizzard”, “snow” and “2013” in one sentence)
So, I’m not really sure if naming this storm that arrived on my doorstep last week helped me better prepare. What I do know is that when the weatherman says we can expect over 2 feet of snow in blizzard conditions, I’m gonna prepare. Calling the storm “Nemo” didn’t make me rush to store faster. Heck, I was at the store buying milk, counting my flashlights, digging out batteries and checking my generator before I even knew this storm had a name.
Nemo hit us hard up here in the Northeast. In my town we received 35.5 inches. For me, not only was this my first experience dealing with this much snow and a blizzard to boot, it was my first time going through a major storm by myself. You see, husband is still on a grandiose adventure patrolling our waters. What this means is that I, alone, with three kids and a dog, had to:
- Ensure the house was set up should we lose power (flashlights, generator, all electronics charged).
- The kids had enough entertainment to keep them busy… and me sane.
- Break out the shovel and get ready to burn some serious calories.
- Remind myself how to plow using our old, yet loyal, truck.
When all was said and done we survived the wrath of Nemo. It was a lot of shoveling and plowing. And as much as I wanted to complain about how “easy” my husband had it since he was away and didn’t have to deal with this mess, I didn’t. I was actually glad I went through this storm alone. I taught myself, and my kids, that mom is just as tough as dad, and can get down and dirty to ensure the safety of our family. If that means walking through 3 feet snowdrifts to dig out heater vents in the back of the house, I will do it. If it means, after a long day of shoveling and plowing non-stop, going out and helping the kids make massive hills for sledding, I will do it.
We would all do it. Whether it’s a storm or some other hardship we all would do whatever it takes to keep our family safe.
Besides, my worst nightmare would be to be out in the ocean with 25-foot waves pounding on steel.
And, in the end, my reward… a nicely plowed driveway, from yours truly!