The wind is picking up and pawing at our house like a playful bear cub as the fated storm approaches. We’ve been listening to it’s progress on CBC as it rolls relentlessly north across Nova Scotia, emptying Halifax by mid-afternoon, reducing motorways to single lanes at best and knocking out power town by town, city by city.
I’ve spent the day preparing- sealing the chicken coop from draughts, lagging pipes, insulating the waterpump. Alex came up with his chainsaw and chunked the 8′ lengths of hardwood Harvey dropped up to us and I piled it next to the orderly stacks I spent all yesterday creating. I’ve also battened down any loose boards and put my tools in order, easily reachable just inside the basement door.
Tonight anything that can be charged will be charged and we’ll fill every possible container with water. Finally I have two days worth of wood and dry kindling by the kitchen stove and there’s enough fuel in the minivan to get us to hospital if necessary.
The house will creak and moan like a ship adrift in a tumultuos sea. Laura will make me get up to check that everything’s alright then we’ll both lie there unable to sleep until the boys force us from our protective pile of coarse winter blankets into the cold reality of another day. The internet will still be out when the power comes back on so we’ll be incommunicado for a day or so. Our thoughts go out to those that have to do this on their own or who are without heating tonight. In the states they’re calling this storm ‘The Big Daddy’ and it’s heading our way.