I stood in the study room last week, when I heard the weather report for mid-week.
They were calling for a snowstorm, however they also said it would very fizzle out before it got to our area.
My husband kept saying he had a poor feeling about this storm. He cleaned the furnace plus made sure we had a full tank of oil. He cleaned the chimney plus got wood stacked up on the porch. He was afraid that if the power went out, we would need to use the fireplace to keep us warm. By the weekend, the weatherman was now talking about a snowstorm that was heading our way, plus they were calling for up to 6 inches of snow. On Sunday, the storm was being upgraded plus they were predicting about a foot of snow. By Wednesday, when the storm began in earnest, my husband had the porch lined up with enough wood to keep the fireplace burning for a week. All of us had a full tank of oil for the furnace, plus he had the snowplow on the truck. Before the storm ended on Sunday afternoon, we had almost 2 feet of snow plus the temperatures had plummeted from the mid-forties to the mid teens plus they weren’t going up. I was ecstatic that we didn’t lose the electricity, however we still had to have the fireplace running. The wind was howling, plus it seemed to be right through the house. As much as I laughed at my husband’s worry over the storm at the beginning, I was ecstatic he was prepared.