ALL SHOOK UP!

 Trisha: 

Come on, you knew I couldn’t resist the Elvis reference!

I’ve heard lots and lots of earthquake stories today, but mine might be the creepiest.

HERE COMES THE BRIDE 

The shaking and a slamming door woke me up, which would have been weird enough, but then I started hearing some very eerie music.

brideandgroom.JPGI had forgotten about an antique music box sitting on our dresser, with little bride and groom figurines on top (a wedding gift from my famous Auntie Corky) The shaking must have stirred it into motion, because in the dark, silent, shaking room, it started playing a torturously slow version of  “Here Comes the Bride. ” I sat straight up in bed, wondering for a moment if we’d bought a haunted house.

     I sold myself on the earthquake theory, and somehow managed to get back to sleep, dreaming about doing earthquake interviews.

  CLARA’S QUAKE TALES:

  clara-quake-tales.JPG   My kids slept through the whole thing, but don’t tell that to Clara.  She heard so many stories about the earthquake at preschool and on the news this morning that she started imagining her own experience.   Vividly. Each time I ask her to describe it it gets a bit more dramatic.  At this point she’s pretty sure she saw a “reawwy cweepy dinosaur and bunny-rabbits” - and in a few memorable accounts, some fairies.   Unfortunately for her, it’s all caught on tape.

clara-dinosaur-vids.mov  (You have to turn up the volume on the screen to hear these: Here’s Clara on my cameraphone describing the creepy dinosaur that “shaked” and made her “really scared.” The first 15 seconds you’ll notice I’m convincing her I’m not “taking a picture.” Is that unethical journalism when the interviewee is 2 and I’m her mom?)

clara-quake-rabbits.mov (And here’s her description of hearing an earthquake and then seeing a rabbit that was “very scary!” followed by her reenactment of trembling in the quake. Priceless)

    I’m up for as many more quake stories as you’d like to share, so fire away!  As my church-friend Eric wrote today:  Let’s see, so far this week we’ve had peculiar lights and sounds over Kokomo, a minor earthquake, and a truck full of human feces overturning up in Crown Point.  (Admit it: you guys do make some of this stuff up, don’t you?)  I think now if we learn that Ann Coulter is carrying John Mellencamp’s love child, everything will be in place to signal the start of some sort of Hoosier Apocalypse. Let’s hope for a quieter night, don’t you think?

Thanks for reading!  Trish