23 August 2011
Maybe you heard about the little shake-up in our part of the world today. I have never been in an earthquake before and I am not a geologist, but I think as earthquakes go this must have been a middlish one: big enough to knock frames off walls and rattle some bones, but small enough that the story-swapping afterward ("what were you doing when it hit?" "I was sure it was my washer/building boiler/neighbor's drug lab exploding") was lighthearted and the tiniest bit competitve.
And so in the spirit of the day I hereby claim the title for Best Kid Explanation--Elliott remains convinced that there was an orangutan outside the house shaking it. One that we should find and shoot (yikes). Also for Grossest Dash To Safety--Owen was up to his elbows in meatloaf we were making and Elliott was halfway down a popsicle, so as I grabbed their arms (well above the sticky elbows and wrists) to head for the hallway, I was much more focused on instructions like "Try not to touch the walls!" than "Get down and cover your head!" Priorities, people. Then there's Gladdest She Cut Down That Rotting Tree Next To The House and Fastest Response From a Traveling Husband, who called from Texas moments after the quake, alerted by an interrupted phone meeting with coworkers back here. Why he needs to be in Texas to talk to DC colleagues on the phone remains unexplained. And finally, I granted myself the prize of Very Deserving of a 3 PM Pint of Cider, because just when I was feeling copasetic about the earthquake, I remembered we have a hurricane headed our way. Ah, Mother Nature.