Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 23rd) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on my old blog on October 23, 2011
I Felt The Earth Move — Twice
It was around 2:45 p.m. local time. I was working in my office at home when the sliding door that separates it from the hallway started to rattle.
I looked around for our cat because the rattling sound was similar to the sound it makes when he rubs up against the partially open sliding door. Only this time it was more like he had run full-force into the door. But the cat was nowhere in sight.
“Did you feel that?” I heard our son call out. “It was an earthquake.”
This was the first time that I had actually felt an earthquake since we took up residence in San Francisco. There had been others, I’d been told, but I either slept through them or they were virtually imperceptible.
Later that same day…
It was around 8:15 p.m. local time. My wife and I were sitting on the couch in the living room watching some TV drama that we had recorded on our DVR when the sofa suddenly started to vigorously vibrate. The shimmying lasted for only around ten seconds, but the whole house shook, as if some large truck had rammed into it from the street below.
My wife and I looked at each other with wide eyes. I yelled out to our son, who was at the back of the house in his bedroom. “Did you feel that? It was another earthquake,” I definitively declared, now that I’m experienced at detecting such things.
The good news is that there was no damage to anything inside our home. The same can’t be said, however, for a couple of cars that were parked beneath a tree down the block from our place. The tree was apparently uprooted by the shaking earth beneath it.
Ah, so this is what it’s like to live in San Francisco! Or wait. Maybe it’s just the beginning of the end.