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We woke up at 4:40 this morning to an earth quake. We’re all right, the side of the house wasn’t shaken that hard. I lived in Los Angeles for a few years, we’d have said the quake missed us. Unless you’re in a very tall building, then a little movement of the earth is a lot of movement in the building.
We actually thought it was a Tornado, because it rattled the windows and shook the wall. We scrambled into robes and looked outside. The wind was utterly still. So, not the big wind storm. Then I had a deja vu moment, I knew this sensation. I said, “Earthquake, it’s an earthquake.”
Jon actually argued with me, a wee bit, but in the end we could think of no other explanation. We got up to the the news saying, indeed, it was an earthquake. We had the initial shake, then a moment, or two, of quiet, then a second tremor, a little less than the first. Aftershocks. The toads that are now in high gear in the pond in back of the house never stopped singing.
The epicenter of the quake was to our east, but the shock hit the house only on the west side. It must be something to do with the ground in this area and how it conducts the energy of the movement. But it was certianly an adrenlin pumping way to wake up this morning.