I stood in the kitchen last week, when I heard the weather report for mid-week.
They were calling for a snowstorm, but they also said it would probably fizzle out before it got to our area. My husband kept saying he had a bad feeling about this storm. He cleaned the furnace and made sure we had a full tank of oil. He cleaned the chimney and 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, and they were calling for up to six inches of snow. On Monday, the storm was being upgraded and 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. We had a full tank of oil for the furnace, and he had the snowplow on the truck. Before the storm ended on Thursday morning, we had almost two feet of snow and the temperatures had plummeted from the mid-forties to the mid teens and they weren’t going up. I was glad that we didn’t lose the electricity, but we still had to have the fireplace running. The wind was howling, and 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 glad he was prepared.