Well, imagine the surprise the east coast experienced today with a 5.8 magnitude earthquake, felt all the way to South Carolina and as far north as Canada.
It shook the building I was in, in fact, I thought the building was collapsing given that it felt like it was listing towards the Potomac River.
I am glad that didn't happen!
I am nearing the finish line on one condo renovation and after stopping by for a progress check I headed off to a second jobsite, within the same condo community, to meet with another client and review some new art purchases. I was sitting when I felt the rumble under my chair. I couldn't understand just what her cat was doing under my chair and then I saw that the art on the wall started to sway and then I felt the building starting to rock - okay, this was no cat under the chair.
Only lasting for a few seconds, the wave under the earth passed and we all looked at each other wondering what had just happened. While she was turning on the news to find out, I headed back to the first condo to check in with my tile installers. I found them sitting outside on the brick wall looking pretty dazed. They had been in the elevator when the quake happened - they said the elevator started to sway and rock back and forth - and I thought I was startled.
Not even close.
I returned to my home to find the cabinet doors in the kitchen open and the armoire doors open, yes - I am still a designer with a TV in an armoire - and dare I say, a box TV - yikes! I probably shouldn't tell you that I have 2 armoires with box TV's in them... I do have a flat screen in the bedroom, but I digress.
Anyway, I can't find a one of my three kittens. I am looking through the house, calling their names, straightening the pictures on the wall and shutting the doors and not a kitten to be found. I go into my office and see that I lost two of my rabbit figurines; a picture fell off the wall, hit the top of the bookcase knocking the little figures and smashing them to pieces on the floor.
Now I am sure to not see a kitten, cause I am coming through the hallway with a vacuum - a well known "kitten deterent". Anyway, I got everything tidied up when I see a little face coming up the stairs, then a second and then the third. Kittens have survived their first eathquake.
Of course, I checked on them before I started vacuuming, but it didn't sound nearly as interesting as I was telling my story.
