Sunday, February 16, 2014

You're Kidding, Right?

by Leann

I grew up in the Niagara Falls area and dealt with plenty of snow and ice. That section of New York near Canada (we actually lived one street over from the Niagara River escarpment) is consistently in the top 5 of the most
annual snowfall year after year. We didn't know any other way of life. My mother used to kick us outside to play (because she was most certainly tired of having us underfoot) and we'd ice skate, sled, make igloos and then, when we were thoroughly frozen, the neighborhood kids would gather to play cards and board games.

Then I moved to south Texas. The exact opposite climate. The time we stayed indoors was summer with 95 degree temps coupled with 95% humidity. But we weren't housebound. If I got out early to do errands in the summer, 85 was tolerable. One thing that scared me to death about
the area was the hurricanes. I went through one with my two little kids alone because my husband was away on business. We were all terrified and extremely lucky because the tornadoes tore sides off houses on the next street over. Then there was a tropical storm that produced massive flooding and trapped us in our home for four days with soggy carpet that quickly grew smelly. That was the last straw. If the weatherperson said we "might" get tropical weather, I left town, animals in tow, my car packed with whatever I could grab--stuff that I thought I could never part with.

South Carolina, where we live now, seemed like such a tame option to the extreme weather conditions we had lived in. Until the ice storm that had us housebound this past week. Did I know this could happen? No. Naive me had no idea. I guess it happens about every 7-8 years here. Just like hurricanes. Sigh.

But last night put the icing on the ice.Yes, I have experienced a plethora of natural disasters--floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, ice storms, 6 foot snow drifts and now ... wait for it ... an earthquake that had me sitting up in bed thinking "What was that?" Thank goodness it was small, a rumble and a rattle, that's all. But then I just had to read about earthquakes in South Carolina. The state sits on a fault line and experiences 13-15 quakes a year--most of them small. Thank you Mother Nature. You've made my life complete.