style="text-align: center;">4:00 a. m.
I shot up in bed and loudly whispered to Joel,
“Joel, it’s an earthquake! The room is moving!”

How in the world my brain processed the moving room, swinging closet door and rattling nightstand…that it was NOT a snowplow is beyond me. Even that Joel woke up is amazing…”It’s still moving!” he said…and then the rumble simmered away.

For many minutes I just sat in bed seriously questioning my sanity. I listened for sirens. I swear we have an old lady in this town who, every time the first crack of thunder rolls in during a storm picks up the phone and calls 911. Honestly, you can time your watch…thundercrack…3 seconds later…sirens. Well, I thought for sure she would get those boys out of bed! But no sirens.
However, my DSL was making this very strange sound and did for many minutes. We decided we would grab the kids and get out of the house if another one happened and we were able. (I am all about NOT panicking in a disaster. Priding myself on clarity of mind and ACTION…you should see me put out a kitchen fire…cool as a cucumber!) We do live near a major fault line so I guess it’s better not to underestimate mother earth, better to have a plan than none at all! I don’t know how “cool” I would be in a big earthquake…me thinks I would rather have to hide from a Tornado after the icky feeling it gave me last night.
But here I sit making a fresh French Press itching to go read all my midwestern sisters accounts of the first earthquake I have ever felt!!! Gotta go push all the dishes back into place!