Small earthquake tonight. We were at Liz’s new apartment when we felt the floor moving and saw knickknacks wobbling.
“What do we do?” I asked.
Luckily by that time, the quake was over and no damage had been done.
“For future reference, Mom,” Liz said, “go get next to a big piece of furniture and kneel down. If something falls, it will fall on the furniture and not you.
“What about standing in the doorway of a room?” I asked.
“That’s what they used to say, but now they say kneel beside big pieces of furniture,” Liz said.
We moved here a few months after the Northridge quake 20 years ago. I thought everyone routinely rode around with extra food, clothing and supplies in their car trunks based on what I saw in those first months we lived here.
Now, almost everyone I know (including myself) is fairly blasé about quakes. That is until we get the “Big One.”
I know I need to be more well-informed about earthquakes. It is only a matter of time, after all…
Apparently, at Brea the quake was a 5.1. That was significantly larger than the one we felt.
At least now I know to find that piece of furniture and crouch down.
Hope everyone’s safe.
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