This is one of my catastrophic scenarios that I cooked up a few months ago while biting my nails over my pending c-section. May I present to you scenario #21: having surgery while there was an earthquake. At 8:04 p.m. tonight PDT, we got a nice little shaking action at Casa Lenz.
It was Sophie's first earthquake. I heard the house creaking quite a bit and the familiar zig zag motion of the ground. It scared me enough to grab my daughter and head for the nearest doorway. We stood there with me holding her wrist and just looking around, blinking with wide eyes. I tried to keep my poker face but I'm afraid I gave away a lot of my thoughts which included:
- WTF! I can't believe this!
- I hope this doesn't get worse.
- Slight confirmation that my catastrophic thinking is not so out of left field
- Along with hope that other catastrophic scenarios don't come true in next week
- Can we still drink the water in my earthquake kit?
So after all 30 seconds were over - we turned on the TV which had no coverage. Went to sfgate.com which was flooded with hits and didn't turn up anything. Finally I called my friend Debbie to just ask someone, " Did you feel it?" She did.
