Shake city
There have been two earthquakes that measured over 6.5 on the Richter scale in Wellington in the last month. The first one hit on Sunday evening July 21. I was making dinner. Mr D had just gone out to pick up his brothers for family dinner at our place. I’d put rice on, chopped some vegetables, and then went to the bathrooms to wash my hands. As I walked out, the earthquake started, and since it seemed pretty big, I stopped in the doorway and held on. Standing there, I saw the only piece of damage in our house happen: the last embroidery hoop on a whole stack stuck on a nail in the wall fell off. When it ended I thought “Hmmm…I think that was the biggest quake I’ve ever felt.” Felicity bounded through the cat door, ears back and hair raised. She’d never shown the slightest concern at any earthquake previously. Still, I went on with my day, pretty unconcerned. Then the in-laws called to check if we were OK, and asked if …
