Apparently there was an earthquake in my part of the world again today. It was centred just off Vancouver Island, approximately 400 kilometres, as the crow flies, from where I live. It was a magnitude 6.4, which is not insignificant, but is not super strong and didn’t cause any damage that I have heard of so far. It hit at about 12:30 this afternoon, right when I would have been in the staffroom at work, eating my lunch.
I felt nothing. I completely missed it. The only way I even knew it happened what that DD called me later at work to find out if I’d felt anything, since she hadn’t. And the only way she knew about it was that Twitter or whatever she was paying attention to on her laptop at the time was all over the event.
Or, more precisely, what amounted to a NON-event to DD and I. It seems that people all over southwestern BC and especially Vancouver Island were reporting that they had felt it. People in the American Pacific Northwest were doing the same. Us? Nope. People to the north, south, east and west of us felt it, but we did not. We had to bloody READ about it after the fact.
I feel cheated, in a weird kinda way. If most of the people in my postal code perceive an earthquake, I want to perceive it too! I feel left out, ignored, out of the loop! I want in! Let me in, you earthquake-experiencers! Surely there’s room for one more!
Well, just wait till the next little earthquake then. I’m gonna feel that one, for sure! In fact, I just might cause it, just to ensure that I do experience it properly. I hear small amounts of explosives are pretty easy to acquire these days …