Photo: Ursa Minor figured out how to complete a circuit during our visit to the Discovery Museum on Friday. He did it by himself. I don’t know how to do it! He was so damn proud of himself… and you still can’t tell him nothin’. That’s… half the problem.
I got the most random texts and emails from people checking in on us over the weekend. I don’t know what the news was showing ya’ll, but people thought the entirety of the state had been demolished by the storm. All email subject lines started with “are ya’ll ok?” and proceeded to ask how terrible it was here.
I explained, “flooding to the East, snow to the West, just rain and wind here.” It’s one of the few times when living mid-state was a lucky break.
Truth be told, being in Mid-Mass (I’m calling it that. I can do that because I’m not from here.) is usually not ideal weather-wise. We get more snow than our friends to the East in the winter time, but we’re too far west to benefit from the on-shore cooling winds in the summer time. This time, though, we were spared all the extra nonsense that came with the storm. The folks on the coast really did suffer from catastrophic storm surge and flooding. The folks to the west got a foot of snow. We all got the wind, and it was bad.
Here at the farmhouse, we were lucky to get away with just a few fallen tree limbs and a roof that certainly looks like it suffered a bit from the force of the wind. We cleaned up the wood, looked up warily at the trees, prayed for our roof, and hoped we won’t see another storm like that for a long while.
Then our local meteorologists started talking about a Nor’easter for Wednesday into Thursday. Oh, joy.
The thing that has really stuck in my mind is how many of the older people (not the elder people, just the older) people who I happened to talk to this weekend consistently started their description of the storm as “worst I’ve ever experienced” or “I have never heard wind like that before,” or “that’s the strongest storm I’ve ever lived through.” All of my Maryland family (they all called me, even though they most certainly got worse wind than I did) were practically breathless as they described the howl, the rattling of the windows, the flying debris that whipped past the windows.
“This planet is trying to speak to us. Ain’t nobody listening,” a relative said.
“People are listening,” I replied. “It’s just hard for a whole civilization to change course.”
We are both only half right.
Two little boys did eventually make it back to their room on Friday night, though it was quite the negotiation to get them there. They demanded to wait until their father got home, which I found to be personally offensive.
“I promise that I am here and will make sure you are safe and warm during the storm. It’s perfectly fine to get into your own beds and go to sleep,” I said in my most warm, loving, assuring mommy voice.
The boys looked at each other and considered only briefly before stating without equivocation, “but it would be better if Daddy were here.”
I grumbled about how Daddy was no more capable of stopping the wind than I was, but the boys were not impressed. I explained that they were safe, that their room was great, that I would be close at hand if anything went sideways. No worries! Mommy is here and in full protect-the-kids mode!
They really were totally unmoved by my grousing. They stayed in the big bed, watched Hey Duggie, and waited until their father came home. Only then did they feel like the house was secure enough for them to sleep in their own beds!
I know it shouldn’t bother me so much, but it does Dear Reader! And you know why? Because sure, they haven’t outgrown me, but they are deciding for themselves what my limitations are. There are Daddy things and there are Mommy things. Mommy can secure a room, but Daddy can secure a perimeter. What’s up with that? When did that start happening? And how many boundaries should I prepare myself to run into as these years go by? And why does Daddy get to remain larger than life, seemingly limited in strength and wisdom, while I somehow am merely mortal? Dare I say, accessible?
It just sucks! I’m going to be brooding over this for a while.
Ok, ok, I’m rambling. I’m exhausted. Tomorrow, I’m up early to hit up the Weggies before everyone else gets there. My plan is to purchase all the eggs, milk and buttermilk available in the store. Again, I hope all the rest of ya’ll Dear Readers are out of harms way or have a good plan. I’ll post pictures of the storm on Wednesday, I guess.
Until then, Dear Reader, take care.