Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Yesterday at 11:42 am we were hit by a 5.4 magnitude earthquake. It wasn't the first earthquake I have felt, but it was certainly the biggest and the longest.
Here's my story. I was just closing my garage door when the house began shaking. The car looked like it was rocking. Other earthquakes I've experienced were over in a matter of moments, so when this one kept going I started to get a little nervous. I got even more nervous when I swayed as the ground under me rocked back and forth.
"It's an earthquake," I said to my kids, "C'mon, let's get outside." I grabbed Kate and we hurried into the backyard. By then it was pretty much over. It lasted 30 seconds! Our reactions? Ian and Jake thought it was fun. Kate used her scary deep voice to say, "Quaaaaaykake!" all afternoon. Ben, who lived through the 1989 San Francisco earthquake congratulated the rest of us on becoming true Californians. I have two feelings on the subject:
1. I'm grateful that it wasn't any worse.
2. I need to be more prepared in case it ever is any worse.
Posted by Kirbell at 12:10 PM