As soon as the sun was up I had the TV on. Yep you guessed it; an earthquake. An earthquake in middle America, felt from Oklahoma to Wisconsin. A fluke. We thought. Until the next one that evening as we sat celebrating OSU’s win over K-State. This time my hubby ran to the door to check the weather outside. Nothing. Not a cloud around. 5.7 on the Richter scale.
Fast forward to Monday evening, after a busy day at school the evening was spent watching the weather. This time there were the typical storm clouds brewing on our horizon. Tornados, hail, high winds, this we know, but not typically in November. As we watch the weather and laugh about the recent earthquakes; the hubby is called out to a fire. Hadley and I are left to watch the weather. She of course retreats to her room, and I settle in for my weekly fix of Max on DWTS.
As the show is interrupted one more time for storm updates, I pause, and the daughter comes running from her room (she hadn’t felt the first two). “Was that…” yep it was…an earthquake in the middle of a thunderstorm, 4.7.
To say this has been an interesting weekend and beginning to our week is an understatement. I wonder what today will bring. Blizzard anyone?