Wednesday, August 12, 2015

I finally felt an earthquake.

We've been having little tremors for months but I've never felt one until this morning. It was reported as 2.7 (about 6:15am) in the usual location across town in Irving but, as my husband said who was in another room at the time, it shook the house like a tree fell on it.

It was crazy. I was sitting on the couch reading the paper and suddenly the front door shook as if a gigantic gust of wind had hit it. Our big Boxer woofed and went to look out the front window. No one was there. He looked over his shoulder at me inquiringly. We decided it must have been an earthquake.

It was our Doan and Carstairs moment. (Because, yes, everything always seems to come back to books.)


  1. Is this a fracking thing? I didn't think y'all had faultlines in your neck of the continent?! Eep!

  2. This has been going on for a while ... maybe a year? Some say it is a fault line ... "that Dallas sits on an ancient mountain range buried in sediment from the Cretaceous period, which ended 66 million years ago along with the dinosaurs. Mountains, because of the way they’re formed, indicate a web of fault lines."

  3. I've felt a couple of them in my lifetime, none very great but enough to shake the room. It's scary. I don't know what a Californian earthquake would feel like. I don't want to know.