Caught in an Earthquake

We were both napping when we were awakened by the house violently shaking. The crew outside had a huge crane tamper they were using to compress six feet of screenings in the gigantic hole they’d dug at the edge of our property. Since our house is basically held together by rotten timber and drywall, I was worried they would blow our house down. After about 30 minutes, we relaxed a little as the incessant vibrating shook us to the core in a surprisingly soothing way. Keith finally got his vibrating recliner, which would rival Maggie’s massage chair. After an hour of destablizing our house, it finally stopped. We don’t know if they’re done, but it was clearly quitting time for the week-end ahead. The water was finally turned back on so I could wash the last load of laundry while Keith swept the basement floor of all the debris and dirt that had been shaken from the floorboards and rafters above. I feel like someone should inspect the structural integrity before we get some wind. But, on the bright side, we have our own “caught in an earthquake” story.