Shake, Rattle and Roll, song, Bill Haley and His Comets, 1954.
Coming up from Southern California, I am no stranger to earthquakes. I've been in some doozies down there and some pretty good shakers down in the Sacramento valley. They're pretty uncommon up here, so it took me a minute yesterday morning when the big, heavy mirror in the bedroom started to, for lack of a better term, quiver. Sitting at the computer, I didn't feel a thing, but the mirror was doing a shimmy on the wall. Ah, an earthquake. Turns out this one was centered in Lake Tahoe, over two hours away. When I say Lake Tahoe, I mean the middle of the lake! This was a pretty low-magnitude quake, but it's amazing how far those ground ripples can travel. If there were aftershocks, I didn't feel them.
That was enough excitement for one day.
Stay safe. Be well.
1 comment:
That IS excitement. We had the small old fashioned shutters in our bedroom in Costa Mesa, and they always rattled when there was a tremor or earthquake, and that is how I knew if it wasn't otherwise obvious.
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