Nature is trying to make a point of some kind. I hadnít intended to write an entry tonight, but California seems to be crumbling quickly, so I thought I should at least say goodbye before the ocean claims whatís left of us. Three earthquakes in three days? No big deal. A 6.5 just off the north coast? Now you have my attention.
Let me be clear: I havenít felt any of these recent earthquakes. Mom says she felt the one yesterday afternoon, but (a) sheís on the ninth floor of her building, and (2) sheís on medication. Iím sure she felt something. Weíve lived in earthquake country all our lives, so we laugh them off until they start knocking people (or buildings or bridges) down.
After surviving the Loma Prieta quake of 1989 (I was in the upper deck of Candlestick Park when it hit), Iím mindful of what earthquakes can do. But I also believe Iíve felt the devilís heartbeat and probably wonít get any closer to being swallowed by my home planet than I already have. Nevertheless, Iím well stocked with bottled water and canned beans.