we experienced yet another series of earthquakes. First it was the little tremor that my family didn't even feel, around 8 pm, and then the bigger one (5.1 is the official number) an hour later. And then a series of smaller after shocks. This of course got me thinking about when I experienced my first earthquake as a young lass. It was in my Chemistry class, of all places! In the early morning, only my teacher and I were in the classroom, when all of the sudden I heard a deep rumble and what can only be described as a small wave of earth that momentarily rolled me up in my chair and then lowered me down again. It happened very quickly and it was over in a matter of seconds. The whole time I was looking out the classroom door. I didn't even have time to panic it was over so quickly, and most of the students roaming around outside didn't seem too effected by it. As I looked toward my teacher's desk I was shocked to see he wasn't there! He had disappeared! I didn't see him leave, since I was looking out the door the whole time. I remember thinking where on earth did he go? Then all of the sudden he popped his head out from under his desk! Which I came to know was standard earthquake procedure at the time. I stifled the impulse to laugh, and asked if he was alright. He nodded and asked me if I was okay, and I excitedly told him that was my first earthquake! I don't remember feeling anything like that as a very little girl living in central California, and I thought that if those where what earthquakes were like, then they weren't that bad. They were even kinda fun. Silly girl that I was! Through the years of living here in So.Cal. I have since changed my tune. They aren't very FUN! AT ALL!
Anyway, we are all fine. We can't see any physical damage to our home at the moment. No broken or cracked windows. No chunks of plaster missing from walls or the ceiling.
Just a couple of pictures that fell, and didn't even break. That's wonderful news considering how close we are to the epicenter, which was in La Habra. As we were drifting off to sleep, I told my husband that it was all my fault the fault snapped. You see, earlier in the day, I was finishing up our stone path in the cottage garden and I was stomping rather vigorously on some stubborn stones that refused to obtain "level." Ha ha ha. Of course that's not really why it happened. I think.
Just a little levity on my part.
Anyhoo, I'm just glad no one was hurt, and that we are all fine. A little "shaken" up. But fine. I remember the news anchor asking one of the callers if he and his family had an earthquake preparedness plan, and if they knew what to do in case one hit. He fumbled for an answer and then stated that they had batteries and flashlights. That means, No. He and his family aren't ready for the BIG ONE. I mean who is every really ready for 5.o earthquake much less, an 8.0 or large on the Richter scale? Even so, it got me to thinking that we don't even have enough water, or dried food stuffs. I don't even think our B.B.Q tank is full. Spare and full propane tank? Nope. *Sigh* That anchor man's question really got me thinking. We really do need to get on top of this and formulate a plan!