Earthquake!?

Yes indeed. I woke up at 6:14 this morning because my bed was shaking. At first, I thought it was because of the cat scratching vigorously. However, when I looked, she was curled up beside me, with her head all perked up and attentive. Then I heard my dishes rattle a bit. Just a small tremor, but I can’t remember the last time I felt an earthquake. I stayed awake for a few minutes and decided on the best “duck and cover” location in my apartment in the event of a stronger quake, then went back to sleep.

The tremor I felt was a result of a magnitude 5.7 earthquake in Fukuoka Japan at 6:11 this morning. I’ve been to Fukuoka before, it’s a pleasant little city that also suffered a magnitude 7 earthquake about a month ago, which caused quite a bit of damage and 1 death. The only news article I could find on today’s quake was 1 sentence long and didn’t include any news of damage or injury.

The Royal Wedding.

I’m a sucker for Royal weddings ~ mostly because I like to watch the clothes. I remember sitting glued to the little TV in my Grandparents camper during a raging thunderstorm many many moons ago the last time Charles got married. Although I had made no specific plans to watch Charles and Camilla finally tie the knot, (or, as the narrator in the movie “Love in the Afternoon” says, they “came before the magistrate, and were stentenced to a life of Holy Matrimony.”) However, a few of us were having dinner at a friends house, and coverage of the event started at 7pm (we left at midnight and it was still on). As we watched, I could think of only one word to describe what I was seeing. PLUMAGE. Never have I seen so many feathers stuck, stuffed, perched or spewing forth from, atop so many noggins. I was agog. Our after-dinner conversation was frequently interrupted with exclamations of utter disbelief at some of the creations people had chosen to leave their homes wearing. Big Bird, Sitting Bull, and the sprites from Midsummer Night’s Dream would have blended in with ease. Although, to be fair, most of my head gear is knitted out of chunky wool, and has ear flaps. But somehow, that still seems better than feathers. Maybe.

A word from my toes:

Ahhhhh, freedom. After months of being hidden, swaddled and forgotten, we are free again. We knew something was up on Saturday when we were scrubbed and trimmed and painted pretty colours. Then, today, we were freed from our socks and dark shoes and spent the days out in the lovely warmth and sunshine. It’s sandal season. Now, instead of being smothered in wool, we can see the sky, the cherry blossoms and sometimes, up Janice’s nose. (We’re at a bad angle, really). All the way to class today the 10 of us joined in singing gustily the ancient chorus all toes are taught: “This lit tle pee kee wentto mar ket. This lit tle pee kee stayed ho ome.” Ahhh. What a lovely feeling. We would tell you more, but it seems like the job of typing is best left to the fingers. It’s not our forte.