We just had another noticeable earthquake. Marcela's poor little bonsai tree here was really shaking! (It was a good six or eight seconds. Ay dios mio!)
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SERIOUSLY!!! No mas! Behave yourself fault line!
ReplyDeleteEarthquakes rock. The little ones are good, the big ones are better. The Northridge quake was the only morning in my life I've woken up at 4:30am and been happy about it. It felt like being on an elevator that went EVERYWHERE.
ReplyDeleteIn Junior high you could always tell the native SoCalers from the non natives in an earthquake. The non-natives would cram themselves under their desks. The natives would stand on top of their desks.