I come from a state (Maryland) that over prepares for EVERYTHING. If there is snow in the forecast everything shuts down. Hurricanes? Bring out the bottled water and plywood. Tornadoes? Head to the basement with the FM radio and flashlight. I've seen a lot when it comes to natural disasters and preparedness for them, except I haven't seen Vermont prepare for one... until now.
Vermont is a state that doesn't care about disasters. They just don't happen here, except snow, which is just a way of life. We're the only land locked New England state so hurricanes have never been a concern, but then Irene came and Vermont went nutty.
My husband also went nutty.
I'm talking about the same man that didn't care about the two feet of snow we got a couple years ago in a single day. They didn't plow the roads for the duration of the storm and we lost power. He actually made fun of me for my concern over such a storm when I advised I was making a pot of soup to tide me over for the week it would take to dig out.
Now the tables have turned.
Yesterday we went on a wild goose chase for what he thought we needed to weather the weather of Irene. Jugs to put water in, electrical cords to hook to the generator that we drove all the way to his parents to fetch, flash lights, batteries, and gasoline canisters.
|The third store we visited... the first to have gas cans.|
We were greeted on our search for such items with empty shelves and piles of other Vermonters on the same mission. The camping aisle in Wal Mart was raided of even the most benign and useless camping gear. Anything that resembled something useful for battling the elements without modern conveniences, like electricity, was gone. You would have thought the apocalypse was upon us. All of Vermont had gone insane thanks to Irene.
Once our shopping was completed and we had basic survival items Shawn then began the process of preparing the house for the storm. It consisted of making everything '9 month pregnant woman ready' in case we lost electricity. He is, of course, working and staying extra hours through the storm at the fire station so he wanted everything to be as simple and pre-set as possible for me. He's so nice.
But really, I don't mind losing power. I'll light one of the kerosene lanterns and lay on the couch and read. It sounds so relaxing to me. The only thing I am worrying about is going into labor. Friends have filled me fill of wives tales of how low pressure can cause a woman to go into labor. Also, another friend so nicely informed me that there is a theory that the New Moon may also bring about the onset of labor. Oddly enough the height of the hurricane for Vermont and the New Moon for August coincide with one another, Sunday night.
Since I am now 37 weeks and all systems are go for delivery I laugh haughtily at such wives tales, but secretly wonder if they are right....
Either way, bring on the storm and whatever may come with it. I've got a lot of book's I'd like to finish before the peanut arrives!