Yesterday I was eating a late lunch (1:30-2), when I could have sworn an elephant (or two) was running across the top of my house. It was that sensation you feel and hear when your dryer is off kilter and is making quite a ruckus. I wondered if the workmen from the new house down the street decided to come over and walk around on our roof or if some heavy equipment was being hauled down the street on its way to another new construction site. It didn’t last long, but it was sure befuddling.
Then, later in the day, the earthquake was confirmed and I realized what I had experienced–my first earthquake! I grew up in Michigan, which is not known for earthquakes. And, I heard on the radio this morning that there has not been an earthquake in the south since the civil war, so it is not a common thing down here, either. Thankfully, our family in the DC area was fine, although my sister-in-law had to walk home from work in downtown Arlington because the traffic was too congested to drive. I’m sure our relatives on the West coast would think nothing of this, but for those of us who have never experienced an earthquake (and never thought we would), it was quite bizarre.
-karen