Last night, while I was napping on the recliner, and Mom was eating her dinner, the house started shaking and rumbling and making noise. Mom looked up. The stuff in the dungeon was making a heck of a racking. Dishes were clinking on the shelves. The house was MOVING!
It lasted a long time. Mom jumped up and looked around. She went to the window, to see if it was the wind. Nope. She went out onto the porch, to see if the neighbors or somebody drove a car into the building, even though she knew an ordinary metal masheen could not make the house move that much.
She looked over at me. I looked back.
Finally, she gave up wondering and went back to eating.
When she was giving the dirty dishes a bath later, she wondered if maybe we had had an earthquake. She got on the computer and found the news.... Yes! This area experienced a 4.6 earthquake, and the epicenter was about an hour's drive away. That freaked Mom out but good. She called Mim-may to see if she had felt it. She turned on the news. Everybody felt it.
Mom says she remembers another, much smaller earthquake when Mr Karate was a little kit. She hopes she never goes through one again. She was in a right tizzy.
Me? I went back to napping.