It seems like over the past decade or so, when you hear about STORM WARNINGS on social media and the news, it’s almost always overblown. The age of shock and awe reporting has even bled into the damn weather reporting.
Well, even a sensationalizing, dramatic broken clock is right twice a day. The Christmas snow storm is upon us, and holy cow is it ever a doozie.
My daughter and her mom are no strangers to what Lake Erie can toss out during a storm. A few times a year, I will get pictures and videos of them out on the road in wellies and raincoats, having fun in the flooded landscape before the inevitable clean up.
This time is different.
My daughter’s Mom is the opposite of an alarmist. She’s a pretty tough cookie (she put up with me for Christ sake, so what does that tell you) and when she called me this week, I don’t think I’d ever heard her that concerned before. “Can you take Kaylee and Ellie (the cat) before this hits just in case?”
Pack em’ up!
Just as the rain started Thursday evening , I drove down to the shores of Erie and extracted the precious cargo. The wind had just started to pick up, but nothing of significance was happening quite yet on the lake. We packed up “Yelly-Ellie” (not a fan of car rides, like at all) and Kaylee and headed inland to our house. I felt uneasy leaving my ex there, but I get not wanting to leave all of your worldly possessions behind and wondering if there will be anything to return to.
It’s a grim reminder the power these bodies of water can wield. For now, all is relatively okay. Kid and cat are safe and their house is still dry. The peak hasn’t hit yet, but cross all of your phalanges for them, please!