I’ve mentioned before how Michigan is one of the few states in this country that is not exactly prone to natural disasters. We’re kind of outside the twister/hurricane belt, most of our rivers drain just fine, our forests don’t burn with extreme regularity, and we’re not exactly expecting any of our Great lakes to breach their shores any time soon. No parching heat waves. No mudslides, no hail storms, no ice downing the trees and telephone lines. I suppose we get our share of snow. But we’re used to snow. It’s kind of an uninteresting place, if you’re itchy for a disaster.
This morning, though, there was a small earthquake in Illinois that was felt in our little corner of SW Michigan, and was felt many miles beyond. And, about two hours ago, there was an aftershock.
Did I feel either? No, I did not. Was our phone ringing off the hook, and is it the only thing people can talk about today? Why, yes!
So now I am on heightened alert, wondering if I’ll experience that shifting sensation of plate tectonics. If for no other reason, it gives me something to talk about…and think about. A stable earth is something we all kind of take for granted.