So, it appears that we had an earthquake today. The reports say it was of a 5.9 magnitude. I don’t know if this is true or not because I didn’t feel a thing.
I guess you don’t feel earthquakes when you’re outside.
We were walking to the playground at Caroline’s school when the ground apparently started shaking. A couple of teachers were in the building and came out as we walked by. They asked if we felt anything and I was like, ‘felt what?’ I guess that answered their question.
At the time, they weren’t sure what happened. That is, until the school secretary came running out of the building saying there was an earthquake. She ran to her van, saying something about not being able to get a hold of someone (her daughter, I think), jumped in her van and sped away like she was driving the getaway car.
Maybe I wasn’t as shaken up (heh) because I didn’t feel it. Or maybe it’s because I’m generally an under-reactor. Or perhaps it’s because my years spent growing up in California have rendered me earthquake immune, but I didn’t quite feel the same sense of urgency our school secretary did.
Some pictures fell down. The roof is still intact. The power didn’t go out; although cell phone service was interrupted momentarily.
Traffic is backed up. People are freaking out. Buildings are being evacuated.
And I didn’t feel a thing.