We batten down the deck chairs.
We secure our alternate fuel source (and spruce up our bird feeders).
We polish our silver.
Okay, I'm kidding about the silver. I actually polished it while sitting out Sandy. When I get very anxious, I need to do something repetitive and mind-numbing. Ergo, the silver polishing. You can take the girl out of charm school, but you can't take the charm school out of the girl...