The kids and I spent some cozy time inside the cabin during the storms. They enjoyed a video under a blanket with Cinder, while I delved into my next read over a plate of leftover thai food from this weekend.
The other interesting event last week was a small earthquake: 3.8 off of Port Townsend. I was sitting quietly watching one of my many versions of Jane Eyre when I felt the couch jolt. It felt like Ken had rammed the backhoe into Queets. Realizing what was happening, I started panicking at the possibility that it had been a preamble to the "big one" that could hit any second, and how would I get both kids to safety by myself while Anton is over at Dose? Luckily, nothing else happened, except for the following exchange over the camp walkie-talkies:
Anne: Did anyone else feel a small shake, like an earthquake.
Patrick: I think I might have felt something.
McNellis: No, we didn't feel anything... (followed by several comments about me being crazy and imagining things.)
I enjoyed a "told you so" moment with Mike the next morning when we heard on the news that yes, there was indeed a small quake!
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