Blizzard Warning

The sun is shining, the snowplows are revving and Al is raking two feet of snow off our kitchen roof as I write. Twenty-four hours after Nemo blasted through New England, our street is a canyon of bright white snowpack amidst four-foot walls of plowed drift. Evergreens bow, weighted by mounds of melting snow, while barren hardwoods stand tall and unbroken, spared accumulation of Nemo’s fine, cold powder.

We went to bed Friday night listening to the wind howling overhead. The snow was blowing sideways near midnight. I watched it from our bedroom window, swirling and streaming in the streetlamp’s golden glow—reassurance that the power was still on.

Around five I awoke, unable to go back to sleep. Overnight, true to predictions, the snow had piled more than two feet high. Al’s car, parked in the drive, was half-buried. Only the  yellow cap of the fire hydrant at the front of our lawn was visible. The wind drove snow at a 45 degree angle. Flakes swirled and danced like millions of down feathers in a colossal pillow fight. And still, the power was on.

Once again, we got lucky. Through Tropical Storm Irene, through the 2011 Halloween Surprise, through Super Storm Sandy, through severe ice storms of recent years, and now through Nemo, we’ve had light, heat and hot water. I’m almost afraid to state it and tempt fate.

This has become my constant fear, whenever I hear news of a major storm’s approach: What if we lose power? With extreme weather the new normal, it is now inevitable that strong winds plus precipitation on a large scale will cause massive power outages that can incapacitate for days and even weeks.

At its peak, Nemo knocked out power for 650,000 families and businesses in Long Island and up the New England coastline; that number was halved by Sunday. Still, losing power in a record-breaking winter storm means waiting in the cold for your turn on the utility company’s long punch list. This is what scares me.

Because of my Raynaud’s and poor circulation in my hands and feet, I simply can’t stay in a cold house for long. Well before the pipes might freeze, I will go numb. We have yet to invest in an emergency generator, but if the extreme weather patterns persist, this may become a necessity in a few years.

I hate thinking this way. I used to love snow as a kid. A storm like Nemo would’ve had me itching to run outside and build a snowman, or flop on my Flexible Flyer to slide down the hill in our back yard. I would’ve played outdoors until the snow turned blue at dusk and I lost all feeling in my fingers and my teeth chattered. The next day I would’ve raced out to snap icicles from the eaves and slurp them like popsicles.

As Nemo kicked into gear on Friday afternoon and I walked Ginger in the mere two inches that had accumulated so far, I watched children a few houses up the street slipping and sliding in the snow. It looked like fun.

I chose to live in New England because I love the full four seasons, including winter’s magical frosting of the landscape. I don’t want only to think of weather in terms of the risks involved. Storms are part of Nature’s cycle.

And yet. Now every significant storm has an ominous edge. There were plenty of online jokes about naming this one Nemo, moniker of the little orange-and-white clown fish of Disney’s animated pantheon. But Nemo was also the name of the vengeful, tormented submarine captain in Jules Verne’s 19th century science fiction novels, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and The Mysterious Island.

In Verne’s world, Nemo raged against oppression and British imperialism, sinking war ships and rescuing castaways, living by his own law under the seas. The storms that now confront us are Nature’s payback for humans’ destroying carbon reserves and wasting the planet. What we’re experiencing is just a taste of even more severe weather to come, if we fail to act.

I want to believe that we humans are creative, adaptable and capable not only of coping with the severe consequences of global climate change that we’ve brought upon ourselves—but also able and eventually willing, collectively, to reverse the trend, at least for our grandchildren and future generations.

Home generators may be the immediate response to ensuring personal safety during extreme weather. But if we’re really serious about reversing global climate change, we need to take responsibility for much more than our own homesteads. And we need to start now.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com.

Comments

  1. Kathy Pulda says:

    I wish you would send this to the paper. And Evie, we have a generator so have no more fear and come on over if you ever lose power .

  2. Pat Bizzell says:

    Thanks for reminding us about Verne’s Nemo, played with panache on film by James Mason. And thanks for the timely comments about the need to address climate change. I really wonder how many times we’ll need to be hit over the head before people galvanize for action. Yet addressing the problems will not be easy. It’s not like we can just send out a naval search-and-destroy mission to track down Nemo’s submarine . . . .

  3. And, I found out, as I read up on Nemo, the James Mason version was a Disney film, too! I still remember seeing it, one of my all-time sci fi favorites as a kid.

    The worse the weather gets, the more people will get it. But we can’t sit back and wait. I think we’re reaching a tipping point of consciousness, even as the economics and politics are even more complex and difficult to overcome than anything we’ve seen with the fiscal cliff. At least, that’s my hope. . . .

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