Cabaero: Weather blues

I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking forward to the next two months.

It should be the time to be merry and all that because, after all, it is the “Yuletide.”

And here in the Philippines, the countdown to the celebration starts on the first of September yet.

Weather-wise, though, it’s the time to be anxious. To be wary. Especially here in Cebu.

And although we’re still on the tail end of October, already I have been monitoring the weather every hour these past few days. Not that you can blame me, or the million others who have been feeling the effects of tropical storm Paeng.

Not after Yolanda.

She was “the second strongest landfalling tropical cyclone on record” and “the most intense tropical cyclone worldwide in 2013.” Not to mention that she was also “the second deadliest typhoon” in the country. (The deadliest reportedly took place more than 140 years ago so there’s no need to be going back that long.)

Yolanda struck Cebu in November. On the eighth to be exact.

She’s still fresh in some people’s minds. Especially to those living in the north, as they suffered the brunt of her devastation here in Cebu. But their plight was nothing compared to what happened to the residents of Tacloban where a storm surge killed more than 2,000.

Who could forget the scenes of mayhem and bedlam that were caught on camera in her aftermath?

With that said, let’s not forget about Odette. She may not have been as deadly as her sister but she was equally as devastating, perhaps even more.

It hasn’t even been one year since she turned the world upside down for hundreds of thousands, even millions, of Cebuanos, particularly to those living in the south of the province.

Even now, we still ask friends whom we haven’t seen for a long time where they were when Odette struck and how long they suffered as a result because suffered we did.

In fact, whenever there’s a brownout, I am automatically transported back to the time when we had no electricity for a whole month. I have to remind myself that if I could survive that long without power, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. That doesn’t mean I don’t get flashbacks of a dark Christmas, though.

Still, life goes on. Because what is the alternative? It’s just the way it is without sounding overly dramatic.

“Che sera, sera,” as the Italians would say back in the 17th century. Or “C’est la vie” for the Francophiles out there.

As for me, I prefer “the sun will come out, tomorrow.”