All Shook Up

Once I figured out that we were having an earthquake (given, a tiny one) I was pretty freaked out. It's unlike a hurricane, my natural disaster of choice, in that there's no warning system and no way to pre-gauge the severity. Our new house is perched (I think precariously) on the top of a hill, so I just grabbed baby #2 out of her bouncy seat and ran outside. Maybe not the best choice, and not one any of my neighbors made, but oh well.

Apparently it's a point of pride for Californians to be too cool for earthquakes. I'm not too cool, obviously, and the whole thing has me a little flustered. My mom wants us to move back to Texas (where I once rode out a hurricane with my arms around a bridge piling while I watched my bike float away on the rising waters) because it's safer. I think we'll wait until Lazlo finishes school to move back to the land of hurricanes, alligators, tornados, the President, and all the venomous snakes you can eat.

Seriously though, guys. I guess it's just the combo of earthquake, moving into a new house in a new hood, and having the baby's room so much farther away from ours. I'm feeling a little basket-casey. I'm not sleeping well and I keep having those disturbing feelings that I'm going to make something terrible happen by thinking about all the terrible things that can happen. Something under the house (probably crap our lazy landlord stores under there) was dislodged by the tremor and crashed down in the middle of the night. Wren had a myterious screaming fit at 4am (always scary). And this morning at 6 our neighbor decided to cut down a tree next to the baby's window. I can now tell you what a chainsaw sounds like through a baby monitor.

All in all I'm a mess. And Lazlo is having boys night out at some unnamed campsite in the woods. I'm going to hole up here, hang some pictures (so I'll have a hammer handy to defend us from masked assasins) and watch the BBC Pride and Prejudice. I rented CSI, but that's obviously not going to work.