THE BLIZZARD (that wasn’t)

Today, Tuesday January 27 2015, New York City woke up to the blizzard that wasn’t. Schools were closed; subways, buses and all modes of transportation were halted by 11 pm last night, and anyone caught driving after the 11 pm curfew were subject to fines of up to $300. The Mayor, Governor, and other major city officials coordinated a massive preemptive city shut-down to, in my opinion, to prevent a repeat of the under-preparation we experienced with hurricane Sandy a few years ago.

I’m not angry that they were wrong. As a matter of fact I thought it was a good idea, however there are some who now bash the mayor, governor, transportation officials, the weather forecasters and the media for hyping the storm/blizzard a lot more than necessary and causing mass hysteria for no good reason. There are others, who seem reasonable in understanding that forecasting the weather is not an exact science and believe the city erring on the side of caution was way better than the opposite and were satisfied with the ultimate outcome. There were no major accidents; no one (that I heard of) needed to be rescued since the curfew meant everyone was supposed to be home; the trainsĀ and buses weren’t derailed or stuck; and the streets were left empty so the plows and salters could go to work clearing the snow. I was scheduled to be off today anyway, so I don’t know if I would have felt differently if I had to cancel work and lose a day’s pay. But I would like to think I’m a reasonable human being and that I would have understood as I do now.

Nevertheless, the snow day allowed for me and munchkin to do a few fun indoor activities — stuff we haven’t done in a while. We cut scraps of paper into fun shapes, scoured the house for objects we could glue to the paper, then sat at the table to make or masterpieces. In so doing, I learned a few things about my munchkin’s perception of beauty and her creative style. We talked and talked and talked as she described what each item was, and why she wanted to put it in that particular spot. Then when I thought we could enjoy this activity for a little while longer she said, “Okay mom, that’s enough, let’s play some more later!” Sometimes I forget she’s only three and when we have moments like these I’m reminded why I wanted to be a mom.

We later made it outside to walk the dog and take our turn playing in the snow as so many other kids did earlier in the day. Jumping over snow banks; climbing on to snow mounds; throwing snow balls and of course the warnings of yellow snow were all part of the fun. Our time, even though cut short by the strong winds, was well spent. So much so that munchkin attempted to bring home a chunk of snow, which I’m embarrassed to admit, she bit into several times against my vehement protests and warnings of sick bellies, visits to the hospital etc.

All in all, we appreciated that the city took measures to keep us safe and we made the best of the day and the hand we were dealt. Perhaps the need to feel safe also stems from the fact that I no longer to worry about just myself but the needs of my kids as well. Being out in the snow and wind with her, trekking to and from work, would not have been much fun or safe for either of us so I’m glad we were home-bound (this time).

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