Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Jitters

I was sitting in a planning meeting for a spring fundraising event tonight, a few blocks away from our apartment, when the earthquake tremors from Maine reached Boston. My husband texted me to see if we were okay; he said our living room rocked, the chandelier swayed, and the cats took cover.

I — and the friend seated next to me — felt something. But we both thought it was our friend's golden lab scratching herself by our chairs, under the table. Really hard. Twice. I remember that I looked down to see what the heck she was doing, didn't see her and still believed it was her. No one else in the room had noticed anything.

We were all briefly disappointed at the lack of drama but then thought better of it and were grateful.

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