The Ground is a Shaking

April 18, 2008

I figured I had left the seismic activity behind when we left California.  This morning, Tawny woke me up saying “We are having an earthquake”.  I told her the noise our house was making was just rain in the gutters and Wrigley was shaking the bed because he was scratching himself.  Then I realized that it wasn’t raining that hard and our gutters had never made that sound before.  And Wrigley was at my feet, not moving a bit.  Why should I doubt a native Californian.  She knows what an earthquake feels like. Read the rest of this entry »

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