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July 30th, 2008
I Feel the Earth Move ...
As a Southern California girl, born and bred, I have grown up with earthquakes and the threat of earthquakes on the horizon. So when the earth starts moving, I kind of like to take it in stride.
Well, guess where I was yesterday at 11:42 AM California time when the earth started to move? I was sitting in a dark theater, having just finished five grueling shifts in a row at work, and was taking my very first opportunity to see the new X-Files movie: I Want to Believe. This was the very first show I could have made, having set my alarm to make sure I got up in time and wasn't late for the movie.
So back to the movie. I am sitting back in my chair, feet up on the railing in front of me, smiling and enjoying watching Mulder and Scully on the big screen when I hear the rumble, see the screen start to sway, and feel the rolling of the earth. My very first thought was ... This had better not be big enough to move that projector and cause me to interrupt my movie.
Then I started to count. You see, since I have been through enough of these, I don't even feel an earthquake unless it is at least a 3.0 magnitude. If I am sleeping, I won't feel anything under a 4.0. I think anything under a 4.0 is the equivalent of my kitties jumping on my bed, and I ignore it.
So, I am sitting there in my comfy reclining theater seat, not at all happy about possibly having Mulder and Scully interruptus, when I get to 3.5, then 4.0, then 5.0. When I realize this is going to be one of our bigger ones, I look up. It's always good to get an idea of what is going to start falling down on one's head. But I just saw some smooth plaster ceiling and some recessed lighting. Nothing serious. And when I had realized it was going to be at least a 5.0 earthquake, I started trying to figure out the best cover, which really is nowhere at that point, so though I sat upright in my seat, I did not get up. There was then this large jolt. Now when I felt that, I then kind of lost track of Mulder and Scully. I didn't think anything could distract me after waiting years for this movie, but I guess the possibility of survival can kind of do that to you. You see, after the large jolt, I considered one of two things was about to happen: 1)this was going to get a lot stronger, a lot faster, and very destructive or 2)that was just the signal of the end of that earthquake, and it will start petering out. I got lucky. Seconds later it started to slowly roll down. Took a while for the rolling to stop, but in the meantime I was able to give Mulder and Scully my undivided attention.
Everyone in the theater was quiet, too quiet. I hate quiet when I think a statement should be made. So I announced ... That was at least a 5, but not bigger than a 6. Not too bad. Then turned back again to the movie. One person at that point ran out of the theater, I am assuming someone not indigenous to Southern California. I wanted to tell her that everything was okay, but I didn't think it would be well received. Besides, Mulder and Scully needed me to be there for them.
Approximately 15 minutes later, I felt another earthquake, and this time I think I cursed. I was just thinking ... this better be an aftershock. It was either that or the dreaded pre-quake. I live in fear that one day what I feel is the prelude to something larger. Anyway, I didn't get any farther than 3.5. So that was fine. Mulder did not seem to be phased at all. There was a couple of other smaller 3.0's, but by then I was completely immune to anything that was not X-Files related.
As far as quakes go, this was larger than most, but definitely not the strongest I've experienced. It was a lot of noise and not much else. I got home to find a couple of pictures on the wall that needed to be straightened again. Nothing knocked off or broken. But I did find a bunch of rattled kitties. But then again, they get scared and run when the doorbell rings. You should see how they scatter when the vacuum cleaner is turned on.
It was a good day. I enjoyed my X-Files movie. The earthquake was not "the big one". And nothing at the house was damaged, which is good as this was the first real earthquake since I moved in here. I wasn't sure how solidly it was built. I think this house is built like a bunker.
So it looks like I'm ready for the next one.
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Current Music: I Feel the Earth Move by Carole King
May 28th, 2007
I'm just your common girl
I agree with most of this. But do you think I'm predictable? Well, do you? And I do not judge. Hmmph. This test is no good! (Oh, wait, did I just judge the test?) oops
|Your Personality is the Most Common (ISTJ)|
Your personality type is disciplined, realistic, predictable, and honest.
About 14% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 17% of all men
You are Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Judging.
Current Music: The sound of Trust pushing papers around on the desk
May 16th, 2007
Must be the season for baby animals. I'm having baby animal troubles.
First, there was this cute little baby mouse swimming in my pool. Well, he actually wasn't swimming. He was hanging onto the pool vacuum after falling in. He was quite cute. After rescuing him with the skimmer, I instructed him to not enter the house as I have many many cats and to not go swimming anymore. I'm keeping an eye out for him. You really shouldn't go swimming if can't climb out.
Then there's this baby bird. Well, I don't know for sure that it's a baby. But it's one itsy bitsy tiny bird. Another cute little thing. For some reason, (we are assuming it's territorial behavior), for days now, she's been attacking the window outside my office. The kitties were going nuts at first, watching and trying to attack her from this side of the window. I imagine they wanted to play with the bird. But they are indoor kitties, so they had to just admire her from the inside. But after days of this activity, even the kitties got bored, and went back to their favorite pasttime of sleeping. But you should hear the click, click, click as her little feet and little beak hit the glass.
Next there's this tiniest little baby bunny. Oh, how cute she is. She comes right up to the window. Again, my kitties were fascinated. I think I need to get them some new kitty toys. They showed some interest in wanting to play with this baby too. Anyway, this bunny is eating my plants and flowers. I saw her! But I don't think her eating my vegetation is good for the garden.
Did I mention the ants that had the gall to enter my house? I saw my kitty Fox picking them up one by one with her paw and tasting them. My other kitty Dana was content lying in their ant trail. And yet another kitty Spooky was fascinated with their speed. I really do think I need to buy more kitty toys.
I don't think I should tell you what happened to the mice that dared to enter my attic last week. Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they ... ooops. Never mind. We won't talk about the attic mice.
Well, I'm off to feed the regal kitties. My little darlings demand my presence. Though I am ignored on a routine basis.
Current Music: The rustling of paper the kitties should not be chewing on!
May 8th, 2007
Special: Thoughts from Mick
I was fortunate enough today to catch Mick for a few minutes.
The procedures they are putting him through in order to try and eradicate those bad things stuck in his blood are a bit painful and tiring. He's holding up, but a bit weathered in places. He's got so very little energy, but was lucky enough to make it online today and was touched by all the cards and notes and comments there.
He misses everyone so very much, and wanted to answer each and every one of them in return, but as that is a bit difficult now, asked if I could let everyone know that he does appreciate you, feels grateful for all the wishes, and that you are all in his thoughts and prayers.
I am continuously amazed at how he pushes himself. Between the last two treatments, he somehow was able to finish two chapters and then beta them with me. I'm going to be sending these along to Jay to post when he's got the time later this week. But he's still thinking of you all when writing, wanting to finish these stories.
Bottom line: He's hanging in there, thoughts of you close to his heart, and prayers for his friends and family a constant.
Current Music: The beating of my heart
March 19th, 2007
Art of Listening
This topic came to me as I was listening. To the silence. I keep my house very quiet and calm. Currently there is the tapping of keys, but I do not have the TV on, there is no music blaring in the background, no voices. I can hear the very low almost-inaudible hum of the fan on the computer. The sky is overcast and the winds are still. It's just ... quiet. I like quiet.
When I go to work it's so noisy. People shouting, voices raised in urgency, in anger, in pain. The distinct sound of overhead pages, alarms beeping, the sound of the bay doors opening and closing incessantly. When I'm at work I need to listen for my name. I am so attuned to that. I can pick up those few syllables stung together from a distance through the cacophony of noise. Heck, I can even hear them talking about me. But I spend those hours, listening, waiting, knowing someone is going to demand my attention. But you know what's really funny? Someone called me by my first name once. I don't hear my first name at work. Just my last name. I imagine I become a different person there, the one who strains to hear, subconsciously. But not my first name.
Now when I get home, it's completely different. It's soothing. One might think it's too stagnant, looking from the oustide. None of the activity and bustle of a typical household. It's quiet for the kitties. For me. And they do spend a great deal of time sleeping. It's conducive for that. You should see them scatter and run when anyone comes over. Compared to me, guests come blustering inside, voices raised and stuff thrown about. They are agitated until they leave.
But you know, kitties know how to listen too. Every single one of them knows their name. Now, they are not dogs. They do not come on command. Well, except Fox, who for some reason will do so. But the others, if they are being mischievous, and I talk to them, will look right at me. They know I am speaking to them, but they choose not to listen. Sounds like a cat to me.
Well, I think I am tired of the noise of this tapping. I'm off to listen to the silence again.
March 13th, 2007
Don't you ever just find yourself feeling guilty or wanting to apologize for not being what a person expects you to be? What you think they expect you to do? What's considered appropriate or cultured or right?
I have decided to make no apologies. I am who I am. And I like it!
I like happy endings. I will read any story that has angst galore but I want my happy ending. I will watch any movie if I leave smiling at the end. Don't ask me to experience where you only leave with tears. There are enough of those to go around.
I like blush wine. No, I don't have that cultured acquired taste. Can't stand red wine as it gives me a migraine. Pink wine just tastes sweet. I like sweet.
I like pink. If I could take a paintbrush and bathe my world in pink I would. Pink makes me smile, makes me happy, makes me content. Pink bunnies, pink bears, pink staplers, pink rulers, pink screwdrivers, pink blenders, pink folders ...
I like disco. Yes, that's right, I said it. I like it. Always have. Will break out into song and dance any time I hear it. How bad can it be if it makes your heart beat faster and gives you energy the natural way.
I kiss kitties. No, kitties don't give unconditional love, but I make sure I dole it out at every opportunity. There are times I look at them and want to share their kitty contentment. So I kiss them.
I don't cook. I can make some mean toast. And my scrambled eggs aren't that bad. And I'm on a first name basis with some local restaurants. My kitchen is always clean.
So, I make no apologies for my Happy Ending, Disco, Pink ways.
Love me. Love me not.
And remember, don't apologize. Tell me what you aren't aplogizing for.
February 25th, 2007
Relaxation is an Art
You know, kitties know how to relax better than anyone. I'm supposed to be going to work in a few, stressed about the fact I am going to have a long and trying day, and there's more to come tomorrow. Anyway, I am sitting here, watching my kitty Trust. The epitome of relaxed. She's taken over my pillow, curled into what looks like a very comfortable ball, little muscles relaxed, little eyes quietly closed, and breathing those slow deep inhalations of life, content with the world around her. If I look at her for very long I will become sleepy. And she's not the only one who can do that. I can watch any of my kitties. Fox always seems to find that one tiny spot of sunshine that manages to warm an area. Earl will just lie on his back, belly exposed to the masses, paws up in the air, and sleep. And No One seems to take solace in any piece of furniture that I happen to be using.
Ahhh ... to find the serenity in the warmth, the quiet, the sense of a full stomach and the safety from predators. I want to be a cat.
But in the meantime, I think I will try and take a short nap before work, try to find that relaxation that my kitties have perfected to an art. I think I've just made myself sleepy.