Tonight I'm laying down (vigorously studying) and felt him suddenly jump on the bed. I squawk in surprise. I look up and no one is there --and the bed keeps shaking.
This is the first time I know for sure that I'm feeling an earthquake (hopefully). I sit and look for a while --mirrors are shaking. I thought about grabbing my camera for a "picture of the day" but maybe that isn't so smart. Then I decide I really should just get up and stand in a door frame like my husband has said is the best thing to do in an earthquake. After it's over I feel dizzy like I've heard other people have said they do. I wonder if earthquakes cause strange gases to get released from the earth or something. . .
I don't have a picture of the earthquake nor can I think of anything to photograph that I could say was earthquake-related but have to put up something --so here. I've been happily eating lots of salads lately. I watched a taped Oprah today (and played it for my husband) about people who have terminal diseases and use it as opportunity, i.e.: to make more leafy green drinks and to savor each life moment. . .
P.S. Here they both are:
A. (I love this chick.):
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=225461052
B.Randy Pausch's last lecture
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=k0aO64aKqek
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