That is a hysterical comic, and all the more true, because after posting an initial “Earthquake! Woohoo!” to Facebook and promising to come back, I was called by a cousin in Oklahoma, concerned that we had fallen into the ocean.
I was napping because of a headache and woken by the initial tremors. I thought my mom had snuck in and thrown the dog on the bed.
When I realized what was going on, I grabbed my shoes and my CERT backpack, all ready to go into action, wearing my Easter dress. Heh.
I was astonished by the number of other tremblers that afternoon, all up and down the San Andreas fault from the 7.2.
We just left a friends house and were driving down the road in La Jolla and didn’t feel it at all. We were surprised to learn that there was an earthquake so close. It did give a good shake to our friends whose house we just left. I didn’t feel any aftershocks here today either. So we missed it so far.
Thought I’d check in from Covina. I was sitting on the couch with my infant son snoozing on my lap when I felt a vague disorientation, like when I first get off an elevator. I looked up at a hanging plant and noticed it was moving slightly, and called my hubby (who survived living just a few miles from the epicenter of the 1989 Loma Prieta quake) over. It took a few calls and a few seconds, but he came over. “What?” “I think we just had an…WHOA!” That’s when the rolling really started. Apparently the little disorientation was the P-wave; the more significant S-waves were on their way. The items on shelves rattled, and our window blinds did a fair amount of swinging back and forth, but it was not a violent jolt–just the gentle rolling. That it lasted so long, though, made me concerned this was something larger, just further away. Apparently that was the case.
Wow. My brother just sent me this pic of the earthquake, and its aftermath. This was taken by his friend, Jean-Paul, South-east
of Ocotillo. They were out in the desert for the weekend and were on their way back when a photo-op presented itself…
God won’t need to dust for a few years. I love the vehicle in front of them doing the exact thing they are: Get out the Kodak, honey!"
