One Word At A Time
The weather has hotted up again. I had a little earthquake adventure the other day. I was working in the family room when I heard the neighbor dogs and other dogs having conniption fits - howling and yarling and yipping. I was immediately scared because animals act up right before an earthquake. A bird flew down our stove vent the day before the last big quake. I got up and shoved the wooden spoons through the cupboard door handles so that I would not be showered with china and glassware, not to mention heavy cans of food. But nothing happened so I gradually forgot about it until I got up the next day and saw the newspaper. There had been a quake in the middle of the night centered out in Alameda County on the Hayward Fault.
Here is another earthquake story. I was out in the backyard some years ago with Melissa, who was about 3 years old. I was watering some plants and she was playing on the lawn. She stopped and turned to me and said "What dat shaking, Momma?" I found this peculiar so I went to see what time it was - about 4:20 in the afternoon. That night on the news was the announcement of the big Coalinga earthquake at exactly the time Melissa felt it, but I did not. Was it because she was closer to the ground, being shorter? Or are kids just more sensitive?