About four months after two tornadoes hit our area (as I describe in “Strange Happenings” Part 2), I was preparing for a guest at our house when my little Siamese, Mocha, and I heard a strange, wind-like sound in the water heater closet. It seemed to come from the depths of the earth, and it rose until reaching the water heater, which shook vigorously. I thought the heater was the problem, and I was afraid it would explode. Mocha ran into the kitchen (probably to hide in a cabinet), and I was about to step into the bedroom when the shaking reached our stairwell. The rickety steps made a terrible clatter as the vibrations moved up to the second floor, then I heard our loose attic trap door shake. (It’s an old house.)
Actually relieved that it could be an earthquake rather than a water heater problem, I listened as it slowly came to an end. The last thing I heard was the gentle rattle of crystal in the china cabinet, just like I’ve heard on television when an earthquake is simulated.
Almost as soon as it all ended, I glanced outside to see Rick in the backyard, and I told him what happened. He said he didn’t notice anything, since he was walking around, but a little later we heard reports of an earthquake which started in Virginia, and we knew that’s what it was. Although I never felt much shaking, I definitely heard the house shake. (Mostly the core, where the steps are.) Feeling relieved, we had no idea that, just a few days later, another problem was coming our way.
Watching weather reports, we learned that Hurricane Irene was headed for the Eastern Seaboard. I had been through a couple of hurricanes, and I wasn’t worried. “We’ll just get some wind and rain,” I kept telling Rick. I was wrong.
(My account of Hurricane Irene is in my post, “My Version of Roughing It.”) http://wp.me/p1Nylx-1i