So I'm sitting here, completely engrossed in this blog, when I suddenly feel a big jolt, and the house starts rocking.
(Okay, I admit, as I type this, I'm singing, "If the house starts a rockin' don't bother knockin'")
Let's just say my fight-or-flight system is in top form. Because right now? I'm still a little on edge.
Thing is, I grew up in Connecticut. We don't have earthquakes there. Sure, we have blizzards, hurricanes and even the rare tornado. But THE GROUND DOESN'T MOVE.
When I came out here 11 years ago (omfg is been eleven years already? That's not possible, because that would make me...ah yes, I am that old), I'd never felt an earthquake. And so it went. It seemed whenever one hit out here, I was out of state, traveling for work.
Then, after I became a full-time stay-at-home mom, there'd be an earthquake when I'd just stepped outside to get the mail - and I wouldn't feel it. This actually happened a few times, so the first time I felt one - when Sawyer was probably just over a year - I had to confirm with my friend that it had actually been an earthquake.
I finally felt a good one about a year ago, but since, others shook the earth - like on Easter - and it didn't move me. Just everybody else.
Tonight, thought? Freaked me out. I was so lost in the words of this amazing woman and her life with ALS, that when the earthquake hit, it was REALLY a shock.
Sawyer came bursting out of his room shouting, "An earthquake!"
My big fat lazy old dog? She actually GOT UP! I told you it was big!
Thankfully, Sawyer, who was literally shaking, didn't wake his brother or sister up. And soon after being hugged and reassured, he headed back to bed.
I, meanwhile, had goosebumps. I still have that icky feeling in my gut of too much adrenaline.
We're all fine, otherwise. It was a 5.7. A decent size.
You know what? I'm good now. I'm fine with missing all the earthquakes that everyone talks about.
My ailing Butternut - [image: the sick house] Sharing my bed with the other kid this week.
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