Wonder Wench Writes

I have lived through innumerable hurricanes (grew up in Millis, Mass. and loved it when there was no school–no electricity) and a few tornadoes (got a hot tub out of one…long story) and of course a whole host of huge thunder storms.  But this was my first … and I hope last … earthquake. 

 All right, so the earth can move pretty spectacularly when love (lust) is at its best.  But the entire floor and the desk and my computer and ME ?  Now that I did not like.

 I figured at first that my Louie-Louie Lad had done something rather weird downstairs in his office.  It happened right underneath me.  Only lasted a couple of seconds at the most.  But it sure did feel … strange.

 Our neighbor Randy was preparing to climb onto his roof and was moving around a lot, so he felt nothing. 

 And Dick thought I had done something … like fall down … and he came rushing upstairs to help. 

 I know, I know, some of you are saying:  “Pshaw, what do you know about a real earthquake?”  Well, boys and girls, this thing made the news so I was not hallucinating.  Please, Big Louie, if you have a whisper in someone’s ear, please ask for this to not happen again.

 I didn’t like it at all.

 And now we have a hurricane to worry about … and how can we eat crabs at the airport during a storm?  There’s supposed to be a big crab-eating party at our little airport on Sunday. I love crabs … but could we please ease off on the heavy weather?  Even I will find it difficult to chase crab legs around a plate if the world is bouncing all over the place!

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