Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Whoopsie! 4.4 outside Glen Ellen
4.4 outside Glen Ellen at 8:08 p.m. -- forty or so miles north of here.
His nibs was downstairs worrying about the mashed potatoes and didn't feel a thing.
I said, "Earthquake!"
He said, "When? Where?"
"Uh. Just now, honey. Didn't you feel it?"
I was up tip tappying and felt the desk heave back and forth and waited to see if it got worse (it didn't). If it had got worse, I would've found something solid to hunker down next to.
Mark, feel that one?
posted by Sal Towse at 8:21 PM|
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His nibs was downstairs worrying about the mashed potatoes and didn't feel a thing.
I said, "Earthquake!"
He said, "When? Where?"
"Uh. Just now, honey. Didn't you feel it?"
I was up tip tappying and felt the desk heave back and forth and waited to see if it got worse (it didn't). If it had got worse, I would've found something solid to hunker down next to.
Mark, feel that one?
posted by Sal Towse at 8:21 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
