Originally published in August, 2011
As far as unprecedented events went, going through an earthquake is definitely on our short list.
So was waiting for its aftershock.
Zen Master, Zen Mum and I were glued to our TV, watching the news rehash, repeat and restate all things about the historic earthquake. According to Wikipedia, the last time my area had an earthquake was in 1897, also with a similar magnitude of 5.8 or 5.9.
That’s not exactly reassuring.
According to most of the news, we were in dire straits with the aftershock. The magnitude could be stronger. The magnitude could be greater. The magnitude could be significant.
But no matter the magnitude, what in the world else can one do, other than buckle down and ride it out?
Or in our case, sleep through it.
The one everyone was waiting for came on Thursday, August 25th, 2011 in the wee hours of the morning. A 4.5 magnitude aftershock.
We didn’t feel a thing and slept right through it.
If we didn’t have another earthquake in another 114 years, why, that would be just fine by us.
The worst was over.
Now we can finally get on with our lives. A bit of normalcy after all that rocking and rolling would be just great. It was almost the weekend and we were just so ready to chill out from such a crazy week.
Except, Hurricane Irene was en route.
According to Wikipedia, Hurricane Irene was the first major hurricane of the season.
And a first for Zen Master, Zen Mum and myself as we’ve never had the privilege of riding out a hurricane. I mean, lest I need to remind you, we do live in Maryland and these things just don’t happen.
Until now.
TO BE CONTINUED.
