Well that sounds more exciting that it actually was. As I was dozing off last night a lorry seemed to pass close by to the house…and keep passing…and keep passing, and the shaking got worse and worse until it finally broke my doze and I realised that in actual fact there was an earth tremor.
For some reason rather than remembering the Earthquake Drill books I`ve been reading it was GCSE Latin translation about Vesuvius that dropped into my head. So I bunged a pillow onto my head and crawled up to an interal wall and me and Peter sat there thinking; ‘this is kinda cool and I didn`t even pay for the ride`! Aparently, according to the reincarnation of my infants teacher who is posing as the third year teacher, this was the right thing to do. She seemed surprised that I wasn`t scared by the earthquake, but I was too dozy to be and besides it didn`t last that long and really was more like a kids fairground ride than anything else. On the other hand I am the woman who looked at a Tornado and thought `ooh thats a funny shaped cloud’…maybe I should listen to The Reincarnation more!
I wonder whether people can actually process things whilst they`re actually happening or whether this is some quality specific to me. Thinking about it I don’t seem to grasp the enormity of things as they are happening. In a tornado all I thought about was how pretty the lights in the sky were and how loud the wind was. It took Archangel specifically telling me `you were assaulted’ before I twigged onto that one. And last night it was all kinda cool.
Or maybe I can process enormity and it’s just that nothing truly enormous has ever happened to me, the Tornado was a small one, I sustained no real damage from the incident earlier this year and the earth tremor was merely a bit of a shake.
Mind you the Reincarnation was really scared last night…but I think thats because she knew that Japan is due for a really big quake in the next thirty years, which I didn`t know during the ride last night.