Shake It!

We just had an earthquake (5.7 towards San Diego / the border).  These days it seems to (almost always) happen when I am sitting in the office (our converted garage).  All of a sudden I got dizzy.  Like having had too much to drink while seated and then suddenly getting up.  Know that feeling?  Well, this time all I had had to drink was water.  I missed out on my daily cocktail, simply because it had been yet another afternoon of crying and all I could think of was Tylenol.  So, dizziness, crackling of the doors (we live in a 50's ranch-style home).  When that happens, there is always that moment of "Is this an earthquake, or am I that tired that I'm imagining things?"  Most of the time, by the time you're done thinking that, even before you figure out an answer, the quake is over and all there is left to do to get an answer is to look at the pendant lighting in the dining room.  And yes, it was swaying back and forth.  Crap!  

I hate earthquakes.  These small ones aren't the problem, but it's the big one that I fear.  Where will I be?  More importantly: where will my children be?  Will I be with them?  Will David be with us, or will he be at the other side of town?  What then?   How will he get home when the whole city has been flattened?  What will I do?  No, this is not the first time those thoughts have entered my mind.  Actually, we are pretty well prepared, but that really doesn't help much if I'm out and about with the kids now, does it?


I fear that day.  I know that it won't be in my control and that the best thing to do is to not worry too much about it.  To be as ready as I can be and then just go with the flow.  Yeah.  Easy to say that.  In the meantime, I would still like to get the heck out of this town, but it's David's work that keeps us here.  I know, I know, I made the decision to stay here when I said "yes" to his question "Will you marry me?".  


Going back to the earthquakes.  They have been happening more frequently these past few months than in all of the 10 years that I have been here.  Does that mean anything?  I don't know.  I don't know if I want to know.  In the meantime, this one is behind me and all is well. Nevertheless, I really wouldn't mind getting the heck outta here.