Not my house or my buttocks
Last night I had the "privilege" of being up during the night with a sick Miss Dub.
(To her credit, she asked to stay in her crib the whole time but wanted us to rub her back.) Around 4:30, I returned to my bed, when it began to shake. Having been privy to a few major earthquakes and thousands of aftershocks when I lived in El Salvador, I knew the feeling. I told Mr. Dub, "I think it's an
earthquake." Still standing, he said he didn't feel anything, but I stayed firm in my opinion. Then, a strange whining noise came from outside, shortly followed by a strange whining noise coming from inside. Who knows what the first sound was, but the latter was our own Miss Dub in need of some more back rubbing.
Sleeping on her floor distracted me from the whole quake controversy, which I totally forgot about until this headline greeted me this morning:
Earthquake shakes Midwest. Yep. A 5.2 magnitude temblor centered in southeast Illinois hit at 4:37 a.m. So I was right. And it's not the first time - I felt an even smaller, more distantly centered earthquake when we lived in Utah. And while I don't mean to question the good folks at
USGS, wouldn't I be a lot cheaper at measuring and predicting earthquakes than expensive and impersonal equipment?
Just an idea.
Here's my first prediction: I'm going to need a nap before the "big one" hits.
Not my house or my buttocks
