This morning started off just about like any other day – dreams of transforming the planet, concerns about my own inadequacies in that department, and thinking about what I might have for breakfast. But soon my day took a turn for the more unusual . . . I had quite a scare this morning as I was soaking in the tub when the 7.4 earthquake began. There I was, surrounded by water, really enjoying the rocking motion of the . . . tub! Finally it dawned on me that the waves were kind of big for a bathtub. Then I noticed that my necklace, hanging from the hook on the door, was swinging rhythmically in tune with the waves.
Funny how the mind works during a crisis – I jumped up, asking myself aloud “What should I do?” repeatedly. Then I did what every fashion conscious gal would do . . . washed my hair, brushed my teeth, got dressed and then put on my lipstick. As I headed downstairs to have breakfast (and to see if anyone else was as panicked as I am) I decided I had better take the stairs in case the elevators weren’t working. The door to the stairs were locked! Now a whole new level of panic began to set in as I realize that the hotel I have been staying in hundreds of times in the past 2 years has locked my emergency escape route, the location of which I had carefully made note of every visit. There was elevator music playing in the hallway, so I thought, “what the heck!”, I’ll use the elevator. I inquired about the quake and the locked staircase at the front desk, but they assured me that the stairs automatically unlock during a REAL emergency. OK, well, I hope I never get to test that assumption!
No one else seemed to notice that there had been a quake, so I settled in to have breakfast with the rest of the guests, glad to be on the ground floor. There I stayed for the next four hours, just in case that tremor was just a precursor of “the big one”. When I finally got up the nerve to return to “the pendulum room” as I now call it, I searched the web for news. It turns out that a man was killed in a freakish accident by being struck by a truck as he ran from his house to escape from the quake. Perhaps he should have paused to brush his teeth. . .by