Last Tuesday, I was sitting at the front desk at the animal hospital, calling a client and noticed the light shifting on the glass of a picture frame in the waiting room. The reflection was waving back and forth and wasn't stopping. I looked to my fellow front desk occupant and quickly told her with eyes wide: "the building's moving" before the client picked up on the other line. The shaking apparently lasted for about 30 seconds, and was a result of a 5.8 magnitude earthquake centered near Richmond, Virginia. I think this earthquake was stronger than what I felt in San Francisco in 2003.
This past Sunday, Hurricane Irene was predicted to hit Turners Falls. Michael bought four jugs of water and my mom (my parents had their Sunday afternoon flight cancelled) bought ingredients to make shrimp and grits (provided we still had power Sunday night) and contact solution. The storm was forecast to hit Sunday afternoon, so I figured we would gather the flashlights and batteries before sunset. We were fortunate to only get heavy rain with barely any strong winds. I feel guilty saying it as folks have died and others nearby are unable to make it to stores for food and water, but I was a little disappointed with my first hurricane.
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