Woman in the Middle

We had a little earthquake in these here parts yesterday morning. There is certainly nothing unusual about that. What made it a little different was where and how I experienced it.

I wanted to talk to Hubby when I took my break at work so I decided to just go sit in my car and not inflict loud cell phone talk on my coworkers in the break room. As I sat there chatting I felt my car bob around a bit but thought it was because a car was driving behind me. Then I felt the car bob and weave even more. I looked around and the trees weren’t moving so it couldn’t be the wind…then I looked in my rear view mirror and there wasn’t a car driving by…then I looked at the motorcycle beside me and it was bobbing and weaving as well. That is when I mentioned to Hubby all of this and said “I wonder if it was an earthquake.” He replied “yeah, it was an earthquake, I just felt it!” So, something new today, as I had never been sitting in a stationary car when an earthquake hit. It was very weird!

Since I hadn’t worked in an office in a year and a half prior to starting my new job a month ago I had forgotten what it was like to be amongst lots of other people in the immediate after math of a trembler. I walked back in the building and asked, “Did you feel the earthquake?” Thay certainly had and it was definitely the topic of conversation for the rest of the morning. If I had been at home I would have called hubby, exchanged a few words about it, and then gone on on with my day. There is something about experiencing a possible natural disaster with a bunch of other people that just, somehow, makes it seem more real and more, well, BIG.