Originally posted by Parallax In the 1980s, shortly after marrying Mrs. P, I got stationed in Southern California. Having grown up in California I was used to earthquakes. Mrs. P grew up in the Midwest and had never experienced one. One night I woke up to her rather excitedly calling my name. When I woke up I saw her braced in a doorway saying "Can't you feel that?! Can't you feel that!?!" I said "yeah, it's an earthquake", rolled over and went back to sleep.
How did I know that wasn't the right reaction?
I too am from So Cal, and had gotten quite used the the almost daily tremors. We would be sitting at the dinner table, and the dishes in the cupboard would begin to rattle. Everyone would stop, forks paused halfway between the plate and mouth. When the rattling dishes subsided, we went back to the meal, as if it had never happened.
But they don't happen with the frequency here that California gets them, so when they do happen, it can be unnerving. Especially at 2:53AM.
Especially when the approaching shock wave causes me to think it is a large helicopter approaching, but not all the associated sounds go with it. And since the house is mostly concrete it doesn't respond like a stick framed structure does.
I don't like it Sam I am.
Not even with green eggs and ham.
No way.