… “Han, old buddy, do read me?”-Luke ESB
Quite the scene, isn’t it? So isolated, almost desolate and the extreme weather conditions are greatly apparent, but almost inconceivable. Even for those who have experienced harsh winters.
HOTH: “There isn't enough life on this ice-cube to fill a space cruiser!“-Han ESB
Now this is an analogy, as of late, that I can relate to. Have you ever ventured out in the dead of winter, to be met with nothing, but pure silence? Just the howling of the winds in your ears and the ruthless nip of its chilly bite as it attacks the vulnerable skin that is left unprotected for the taking. Living my entire life in Western New York, you can say, I have been to HOTH and have lived to tell the tale.
Trust me when I say, that I have experienced my fair share of blizzards, but this most recent blast has changed my outlook on so many levels. The phenomenon of a polar vortex (in this case: individual vortices) is not something to be taken lightly, nor should any given area allow itself to be ill-prepared for such an occurrence. I say this because this is what appears to have happened here, in most of Western New York.
Of course, I did have an entire different blog half-prepared, but since Monday night those original thoughts have been tossed aside. For I am now living in a continuous snow-globe, a drifty and frigid tundra; a HOTH like situation. Between Monday night and most of the day on Tuesday, the snowfall was calculating three to five inches an hour. Yes, there are areas, that have accumulated up to six or eight feet of snow and that is no “wonderful life.” As of today, Wednesday, there are eight deaths that have been reported in 48 hours since the storm began. People are still stranded in their vehicles on the major highways and expressways. Yes, there is a lot of chaos and a lot of cause for concern, mainly because the proper authorities of this area did not establish the appropriate amount of preparations for the community’s livelihood.
If this were Leia’s Rebel base, this wouldn’t have occurred and if it did, she’d place herself in the thick of it until every last civilian was cared for the way she saw fit; fairly. Unfortunately, we don’t live in the galaxy far, far away…so for me to make that analogy or connection is completely unrealistic.
I, myself, have undergone some emotional strains since this disenchanted winter hit my home. See, I’m not one for feeling trapped or held against my will. Granted, this situation is out of my control and completely in the hands of Mother Nature herself, but that doesn’t always sound so rational to ones ears during the heart of the moment. When I want something done, I want it done…now.
“Control, control, you must learn control!”-Yoda
Much to learn I still have. Yes, this is true. I do have a lot to learn. Patience is one of those things I have yet to achieve in most situations and my family can attest to that. Thankfully my clone (my #2 child) understands this side of me well and knows how to accommodate this narcissistic quirk of mine. I have said it many times, she IS my balance and without her I’d lose my sanity. It’s not to say that I don’t love my other two children, it’s just that she has a tranquil presence that transcends a peaceful positivity to calm my restless nerves. And with these harsh weather conditions we are facing, day-to-day, she has been a Godsend to me, more than she knows.
As it stands, Erie County Officials have stated that the National Guard troops are on their way to the area. The State Department of Transportation has also reported that they have deployed 160 plows and 350 employees to assist against this unstoppable force; Snowvember. We are constantly being urged to stay indoors and off the roads. Abandoned vehicles are the toughest obstacles prohibiting them from clearing all major routes and highways. To put this into the most simplest of perspectives, grocery stores are closed and not receiving shipments. Along with the gas stations, they are out of gasoline because the tank trucks cannot get through the blockade of snow. Yes, this truly is dire times for us Western New Yorkers.
No worries, I haven’t left my homestead without my trusty Tauntaun. Besides, I’m fully aware of Artoo’s calculations that chances of survival beyond the doors of Hoth’s Rebel base are 725 to 1. Actually, he has been known to make mistakes…from time to time. Well, time for another round of searching for Imperial Probes, so I’ll see you shortly. “There’s a meteorite that hit the ground near here. I want to check it out. It won’t take long.” –Luke
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