All quiet on the western front

When I woke up at 0-skunk-30 this morning, the temperatures were down in the 20s again and yet another couple inches of snow was on the ground. We’re on the downside now though. I took a walk and, when I got back to the Landfill, I faarrrred up the Landfill vee-hickles and turned on their defroggers and then did a minimal amount of shoveling. I didn’t bother too much about it. I figgered it was gonna melt later on and it did.

When I got back into the Ninja to run zeee veeeendsheeeeeld vipers, National Petroleum Radio was talking about a huge earthquake. Where? It was near the end of the article and they didn’t say. Hmmm. I have a daughter in California. I don’t sit around and worry about earthquakes in California but it’s true that when I hear the word “earthquake” on the radio, my ears prick up pretty fast. Where? I didn’t know but I still wasn’t worried. Somehow, I figured that if it *were* in California, I would’ve heard. She’d’ve texted me or The Commander would’ve called to ask if I’d heard the news or I’d’ve seen it on Facebook or wherever. I finished cleaning up the Landfill vee-hickles and went inside, where I quickly figured out that it had happened in Japan (actually, I think it was on Facebook) and went off on my merry way.

Tsunami? Well. Ya know. Yes, I suppose a tsunami could reach San Francisco from Japan. In fact, I’m sure one did. I’m pretty sure that they didn’t get a 30 foot wall of water. I also know that there is a *mountain* between the ocean and Lizard Breath’s flat in the Mission. Nevertheless, she emailed me around mid-day to let me know that she was fine (and she mentioned that mountain for good measure).

I’m happy that San Francisco did not get some big honking tidal wave (not to mention an earthquake). I can’t even think about Japan. All day long at work, people were talking about the tsunamis that hit *Japan*. About how they were pushing boats and cars all over the place and a whole passenger train had gone missing. It wasn’t until after work, when I walked down to the Old Town barrrrooom that I saw some of those videos on the GG’s iPad. Yes, there were boats and cars getting pushed all over the place. As I watched — horrified but unable to look away — the GG verbalized what I was thinking, “There are people in some of those cars.” That was the end. I couldn’t watch any more. Good night. I have no more words.

Except I do have more words. You go along and you go along and life can get pretty boring. Maybe about the most exciting thing that happens is a little patch of ice on the road and you slip a little but you get back on track and everything is all right. But much scarier things happen. You send your babies out into the world and mostly you don’t worry about them too much. But then there is an earthquake on the other side of the world (or a fatal fire) a couple blocks away. And you just get spooked. Be careful, kiddos!

One Response to “All quiet on the western front”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Horrifying indeed. And scary. Every time there is a huge earthquake somewhere else, we have to hear about the fact that we are due for an enormous one. JUST what I want to hear!! Not.