Yesterday morning I was looking out my bathroom window and admiring Banjo Man’s latest leaf-blowing efforts when a roaring noise began and the house trembled.
It lasted long enough for me to wonder if something huge was sliding off our roof. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
When it stopped I ran out to the living room as Banjo Man ran up the stairs, who shouted, “I think that was an earthquake!”
An earthquake? In Rhode Island? Before I’d had my first cup of coffee?
According to the news, we experienced a 3.6 earthquake at 9:10 am, originating in Buzzard’s Bay in Massachusetts.
And if that wasn’t enough, at noon an alert screamed from our cell phones to announce…more earthquakes, safety info, ?? Nope. It was the governor’s latest Covid edicts. Curfews (we all need to be home by 10 pm), wearing masks inside our homes if we have company (??!!!), smaller numbers of people in stores, and more restrictions on those youth sporting events that are still allowed to happen.
I can’t wait for 2021.