I’ve never experienced an earthquake before. It was a really eerie feeling to have the air and ground moving around me.
I was working at my desk and Lynn was working in the back room at his computer when it started. At first I just thought it was dynamite being used to get rid of stumps or someone doing construction but it went on way too long for that. I knew fairly quickly it must be an earthquake and became sure when it didn’t stop.
I admit I was spooked. I wondered if things were going to start falling (i.e., trees, shelves, whatever). I quickly looked outside for falling trees (we live in the woods) and was relieved to see none; then I yelled for Lynn. “Are you okay back there?” He didn’t answer right away so I quickly went to his room. He was deep in thought in front of his computer totally ignoring the earthquake. “Are we having an earthquake?” “Yes,” he responded very calmly with a smile. “Do we need to do anything, like get in a doorway or something?” “No. This isn’t that bad. It’s okay.” He was so calm that I immediately became calm, too. I felt the comfort of his presence and his assurance.
Being the one who handles almost everything these days, I forget sometimes that he is still my protector and my comforter. It’s nice to have that reminder. It felt good to let him be in control for a while. I miss that.
