Folks are gearing up for a snowstorm tomorrow, an early March, last-gasp-of-winter storm that is apparently a puzzle for forecasters. The severity of the storm changes by the minute, from mild to miserable and back again.
I didn’t stop in a grocery store tonight, but I’m sure they’re all full of people busy apocalypse-shopping, buying all the water, milk, bread, and meat they can carry. I am a lousy storm-prep shopper, so I just came straight home. Besides, I did my regular grocery shopping on Sunday, and — even though I shopped before I knew a storm was coming — my larder is pretty full.
Why do we panic-shop before storms? I would understand this impulse if I lived in a rural community or some little way off the grid. A serious storm could leave me isolated for an indefinite period of time. But I live in Brooklyn. I cannot at all imagine a storm severe enough to cut me off from all services and supports for more than a day or two.
I still have no idea what to expect tomorrow. We had a gloriously bright, sunny day today. Cloudless skies. Cold, but without the smell of snow in the air. Despite the inconvenience a major storm would be — making me walk with fear as I try to get around with falling and damaging my newly-repaired shoulder — I will admit to wishing for the worst, the full 12 inches the meteorologists warned us about in their most dire forecasts. We’ve had a pretty mild winter, and I miss the drama of a real storm.
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