We shall never forget….
*takes off hat, holds hat to heart*
I was on my bed, typing at my laptop (I write upstairs in my room, it’s quieter).
Suddenly, I feel the bed swaying. Just a little. But it’s constant, so it gets my attention. As if someone is rocking the bed just a little bit. I call my son over, who is engrossed in his iPod game.
“Do you feel that?!” I ask him.
“The shaking– my bed is moving!”
“I don’t feel anything.”
“Sit on the bed.”
He sits. Suddenly the swaying stops, then shudders a tiny bit again.
“There! Feel that?”
“No, Mom, I didn’t feel anything.”
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if it was my muscles. My sciatic nerve does do wacky things (like try to bend my calf and foot backwards into pretzels but I won’t get into that right now)…. was it that?
“Maybe it was a truck, outside, Mom.”
That’s a scary thought. For one, the trucks around here ARE very noisy and the drivers do clatter about in them. But what’s even scarier is the thought that my 1855 house would shudder from it. I remembered the condition of some of the studs when we renovated the downstairs….
“Maybe it was an earthquake.” I speculated. “Or maybe the house joists are swaying.”
He shrugged and went back to his game. I went back to my writing.
I checked the news about an hour later, and LO AND BEHOLD I was right! An earthquake, by golly! I exclaimed to him when I saw the headline!
Facebook was ablaze with chattering. Very heartily we jested, we joked.
“An earthquake wouldn’t have happened if Hillary was president!” (yeah, buddy, we’d be fire and brimstone by now)
“In retrospect, I resorted to cannibalism rather fast after the earthquake.”
“If you don’t go back to shopping then the earthquakes have already won.”
One conversation went:
Funny! But deep down we all know that if we were living on the left coast, we’d be toast right about now.