I hereby dub it the Easter Earthquake
I’m pleased with myself at my commitment to the story-a-day. This morning, Amanda and I slept in until about 9:30, which is atypical for us–we’re usually up by 6:30 or 7 am to run. Shortly thereafter, Jeremy and Nicole arrived at our place for a modest Easter Brunch. They brought makings for mimosas, and we prepared a fine breakfast of French toast, quiche and fruit salad.
And when I say “we prepared”, I mean Amanda did everything. I was upstairs, hammering out today’s story. Brunch came and went. It was delightful. Then, just as I was settling in to continue my writing for today, a freak earthquaked shivered our timbers. Literally. We could see and hear the windows shaking, and the entire apartment complex shifted like a wobbly card table. Earthquakes aren’t like they are in the movies. It doesn’t make a deep rumbling or anything, all you hear is the chatter of everything in the room being jostled around. But you get weirdly dizzy, and it feels like your standing on a boat. After about 5 seconds of staring blankly at each other, Amanda and I started to think that maybe we should get out of the apartment (which I later learned isn’t the smartest thing to do). Amanda gathered our cell phones, wallets, and keys, and all I could think do to, in the midst of this natural disaster, was grab was the lid to my travel coffee cup. I mean, you can’t drink from a coffee much without the lid.
The quake lasted only 13 or 15 seconds, with occasional aftershocks (we’re still feeling them, actually). But still I marched on, bent on getting this story written. And though it’s late in the day, I win again.
So that’s the story of today’s story. It doesn’t have anything to do with earthquakes. Though maybe future stories will. Strange events like this need time to percolate…