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How to Survive a Snowstorm in Louisiana

If you are not familiar with what has been going on in Southwest Louisiana, let me give you the Cliff Notes version. 2020 ended with 2 hurricanes in a 6-week span. 2021 began with a snowstorm. Flying pigs are now being moved into the realm of possibilities. It is crazy here, and it is not because of Mardi Gras; that was canceled.

Frozen And Confused

Now with the hurricanes, I had an idea of what to expect. I understood the information the weather channel was relaying. My family and I were equipped with resources (e.g., boards for windows, generators, tarps) to prepare for the inevitable. We evacuated. We checked our hurricane insurance coverage while making hurricanes in the blender. We may not have been sober, but we stared down Laura as she hit land with an unsurvivable storm surge and told Delta what we thought of her as she followed in her sister’s path.

The snow apocalypse of 2021 is an entirely different story. We all look like deer in headlights. It is like living in the Ice Age with a bayou right now. Alexa sounds like she is calling out Powerball numbers as opposed to informing us of the weather. I am walking around yelling, “The low is 10 degrees. Ladies and gentlemen, I repeat 10 degrees. This is not a drill! Frostbite is not your friend!” My kids are double fisting hot chocolates.

I am Googling if sleet and freezing rain are synonymous. I am praying the temporary roofs on my kids’ schools will hold under the ice and snow. My plants have lost their will to survive. The Weather Channel might as well be showing ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphics at this point (e.g., thermometer and snowflake combination symbol). At one point, I didn’t even know what we were experiencing. I had to ask my husband if a thunderstorm with snow is a snowstorm.

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Ice, Ice Baby

Along with learning weather jargon, I have also discovered that ice doesn’t care who your momma knows. It is taking you and your whole family down. I took a picture of my house yesterday; my son walked into the frame and slipped just as I took the picture. I now have a fantastic picture of my home covered in snow with my child’s epic wipeout. He wasn’t alone in his struggles navigating the unfamiliar terrain. I aged about 10 years after I accidentally skated down my driveway. Fortunately, there is no photo evidence of that, and my son and I are both okay.

Ice doesn’t care who your momma knows. It is taking you and your whole family down.

Kim Wright

Ice is also invasive and shows no mercy as it kills plants in its path and consumes all that it touches. It camouflages in the snow and preys on your weaknesses. It knows you think everything around you is just snow. Before you know it, you are on your butt and wondering what just happened.  Seriously, ice is enough to give anyone trust issues. 

Trying To Stay Warm

While ice is definitely a concern, keeping warm is an even bigger issue. Louisiana is supposed to be hot. The phrase, “It feels hotter than hell outside,” is often used when talking about the typical weather here.  Well, hell just froze over, and we are trying to dress like it. I am kicking myself for shaving my legs a few days ago when it was warm. I could use that extra layer about now. In fact, anything would help at this point.

I tried wearing my whole closet all at once. While several layers did help with warmth, I began having concerns regarding my limited mobility. For starters,  I was like the boy in A Christmas Story; I couldn’t move my arms.  I didn’t have a game plan for bathroom trips. There was no plan B. I was wearing everything I owned and moving at the speed of a sloth in peanut butter. 

In desperation, I raided my husband’s hunting gear. That was the best decision I have ever made. Scarves do not even compare to a fleece gaiter neck. My 5’4 frame was sporting my 6’2 husband’s compression shirts, fleece vests, and waterproof fleece-lined pants that I had to roll 6 times. I even wore his jacket that gave me the marshmallow man in Ghostbusters look. Sadly, his onesie-looking ensemble didn’t fit. I may have looked ridiculous, but I was warm!

Making The Best of It

While people in Southwest Louisiana may be lost in this weather, we are not short on creativity.  Credit cards are doubling as ice scrapers. Airboats are cruising down streets. Tubes once pulled behind boats are now behind jeeps on country roads. Grocery sacks are serving as a protective layer between socks on hands and the snow.  Iced over driveways are being used for laundry basket sledding. Dads are pulling crawfish pots on ropes with their toddlers beaming from ear to ear in them. Is it cold? Oui, cher.  But, “Laissez les bon temps rouler” will forever be our motto. 

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