This is what I discovered yesterday.
When you live on the East Coast in a place where earthquakes are almost an impossibility...
you can still have one.
When you are in an earthquake...never follow your cat. We were relaxing with a book upstairs in my bedroom. I heard a rumble. I thought it was the washer because it has a tendency to shake and be off balance. But it was really loud and the entire house was shaking. Then I thought Lucy was playing under the bed and I then wondered how such a small cat could make such a loud noise under our bed. Then I saw her on the night stand.
Her ears were pinned back. Her eyes were ridiculously wide open. We sort of looked at each other in slow motion.
She ran. I ran. She led me to the basement. I actually thought it was a good idea.
I think I was thinking tornado.
Cupboard doors opened. Bowls came off of open shelves.
And then it was quiet.
I can not even begin to imagine how awful it must be when an earthquake is ten or twenty times worse than the baby one we had.
Now we have to survive the hurricane and gale force winds this Sunday.
LucyGrace is in a time out for sending us to the basement yesterday!!!
If you have not met Brenda Youngerman...she is profiling me on her blog!!! She is a lovely blogger and an esteemed author. I think she has a heart of gold!!!