Here I thought we'd been quite lucky that we missed much of the devastation of cyclone gabrielle (and I have much love for those who have lost someone or everything and been displaced), and just after husband tucked the kiddo when I felt a rumble.
I mean, we live in earthquake country. They've been known to happen. And there was a little 3.somethjng the other night just after I'd climbed into bed. And I don't know how true this is, but sometimes I feel like the sound of the quake and the first feel of it can be a good indicator of its severity. This can mean we look kinda blasé as we might sit/stand there waiting to see how bad it gets. But sometimes I have guessed very rightly by the first sounds/feel that is is or isn't going to be a biggie.
This one I felt through my feet as I heard the rumble. And I thought, I had best get to the child. At first I stood at his doorway because it was still very light, but then the bigger jolts hit, and I was in his room and holding him as the house shook and a toy fell off one of his shelves. He remained pretty calm throughout the ordeal.
By that stage husband was at the doorway to make sure all was well, and the earthquake was over. Asked kiddo if he was ok, which was met by the usual response to that question and then he pushed me away -- it was bedtime and he didn't need us around thank you very much.
Anyway, turns out it was a 6.0 located just off our coast, so yeah, a decent one located very close to home. Let's not have anymore of that for a while, please.
