For the past four days, Mother Nature has been making San Diego residents feel like they are on the delicate cycle of the Maytag dryer. That is my oh-so eloquent way of saying we have been having some earthquakes.

A couple of 4 point ‘some or others’ on Saturday night. I was at dinner with my three sisters and I believe we were in the midst of those darn garlicky buttery breadballs. Here’s pretty much how the conversation went:

Sister K: Do you feel that? I think it may be an earthquake.

Me: Naaah. It could just be the cars below in the underground parking lot. (Back to consumption of bready, buttery, garlicky goodness)

Okay, I admit. I was wrong. Sister K was right. She will probably print this out and have it engraved for me typing that.

Fast-forward, tonight:

Sitting on my bed, booting up the computer and things start shaking a bit and then they start shaking a little longer. Earthquakes are officially calculated on a Richter Scale. The quake on Saturday was about a 4.7 and it probably lasted about 6 seconds. Tonight’s quake reporting at about a 5.7 and kept going for about 10 seconds. That means that tonight’s quake was ten times stronger than Saturday’s quake.

What does that mean for a native Californian’s internal richter scale? 

Visual: Me putting down laptop, running out to living room, picking up 30-pound golden retriever puppy and running down two flights of stairs to the driveway.

And just as I type that visual, another little jolt hits. But I am staying in bed because this time I have a 30-pound puppy, an 8-pound pomeranian mix and a 4-pound orange tabby, and that is a visual that I literally cannot carry.

Rocking on in SoCal,

Lynne with an E…xtraction Problem