Subheader: My First Earthquake
Gud moarnink my peepelz!
Yesterday evening, just a couple hours ago, between 20:40 and 21:00, a mighty sonic b00m ripped through the air, our huisie shuddered, dogs started barking, the party in neighbours’ garden went quiet and for a short moment hubby and I made long necks and looked slightly confused. 😮
Now, when we hear a loud b00m around here and our houses start shaking it’s one of either 3 reasons: The nuclear power plant a few miles down the coast to the north exploded, the petrol refinery right next door exploded, or neighbour’s bouncy castle exploded. In any ways, must be an explosion. For when our local indigenous township goes up in flames and people are dying, like, for realsies, we won’t even hear it and only read about it next day in the neighbourhood newspaper. But when five minutes later there were no sirens, no firefighters rushing down the road, no ambulances, no police, we gave up and I went back to sleep and hubby back to his TV crime series. And the dogs calmed down even earlier. Extreme meh-ness. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When nurse Orca woke up just a few minutes ago, in order to tuck hubby in, hubs told me about the real reason for the by now forgotten ruckus: Like kinda 2,000 Kms south of here, in the ocean somewhere in between South Africa and the Antarctic a 6.2 earthquake shook the planet … or at least our small part of it. Now we know how the inhabitants of California must feel: One or two skyscrapers tumbling down, powerlines rip, San Andreas gets wider, no reason to stop what you’re doing or even crawl underneath the next table. They don’t even predict any tsunamis, so surfboards stay in the garage. It is what it is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Twittertwats seem to be taking it cool. ¯\(ツ)/¯