The Winter Storm that Wasn’t

I suppose I should be thankful that we dodged the bullet and did not get the ice storm that hit much of the South from Texas to Kentucky.

I am thankful, but I am not thankful for all the panic created by media and especially TV weather.

They seemed so certain. The ice was coming. It would be here the next day. They even told us the time that it would arrive.

So, what do you do? In spite of the many times weather is predicted incorrectly, can you afford to just ignore the dire predictions and risk getting caught unprepared?

Somehow, I just had a gut feeling that it wasn’t going to happen. But what do my guts know about weather fronts? My arthritic knees are better at predicting weather, but even they cannot be trusted as they sometimes hurt for no reason at all.

Schools were closed for the day. Surely if schools are closed there must be something to it.

We saw all the pictures on TV of what havoc the winter storm was creating elsewhere. It was awful. Roads, trees, power lines coated with a thick layer of ice. Tree limbs cracked and fell behind the TV reporters. Power lines were down; there was no electricity or heat. People were stuck on the highways.

How can you ignore predictions with the weather people jumping up and down, pointing to maps, and screaming that it is coming?

The road crews salted the streets. Surely if they were using the precious salt supply, the ice was coming.

Problem is, we are right on the border of where the weather fronts usually go. We don’t get rain and we don’t get snow. Right on the border is where you get ice. And we remember the big ice storms that we’ve had in the not-that-distant past.

So, people make plans to stay home from work. With the ice, they don’t want to get caught downtown and have to spend hour after hour in traffic trying to get home.

Surely with everyone staying home from work, the ice is coming. We stocked up on bread and milk and snacks. I don’t know why, but it seems to be a southern tradition to stock up on food prior to a big storm. As you can imagine, grocery stores love winter storms.

We watched the weather on TV and on the Internet and braced ourselves for the big storm. We bit our fingernails and worried about whether we would have electricity and whether we would be able to get to work.

We watched and worried. Surely with all the grocery stores sold out of bread and milk, the storm was coming.

At seven o’clock, it started, a wintery mix of rain, sleet, and snow,

At 8:00 it was over.

That’s it? One hour and its over? They have got to be kidding. They closed the school, salted the roads, and created general panic over nothing? Again? What little bit of ice we had melted in two minutes.

Newspapers ran picture of the big ice storms in 94 and 97. They didn’t have anything else to run. TV stations sent reporter north to Kentucky or west to Memphis to report on the ice that fell there. They didn’t have anything here to cover.

And so, we dodged the bullet. I should be glad. I am. It’s not that I’m ungrateful. Maybe prayer and worry work better that weather dances. I don’t know.

And I don’t know what the explanations were for why the weather front went north of us instead of making a direct hit. I didn’t watch TV.

Maybe my guts know more about weather than I thought they did.

Copyright 2009 Sheila Moss
Updated

About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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4 Responses to The Winter Storm that Wasn’t

  1. It missed us too. Went an hour north. We got rain. Yay!

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  2. Fine topic, rich in material.
    But too many words for too few “Yucks”

    Like

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