I felt it!
I felt it!
Talking to my niece from the Midwest, she asked if I was okay. I'm fine. It's like when you have a tornado nearby. It's exciting, gets the adrenaline going. And when it's over, with no significant damage to people or property, there is that "Whew"!
At least with tornadoes you have some warnings. With quakes, they just happen. Truly, quakes happen here every day. Hundreds of them. But, they are so small you don't feel them.
A 3 point quake, if it is nearby feels a bit like when you are sitting in the car and the wind is blowing. You don't notice it very much at all.
A 4 point, if nearby, gives a little jolt.
A 5 is more like some stupid jokesters are jumping on the back bumper of your car.
A 6 is more like someone jumps on your car and it starts rolling. At this level, some books might fall off shelves, or whatever.
A 7 is when you instinctively run for the door. Providing the floor meets your feet, you may arrive there.
An 8 caused severe damage back in 1989 here where I live for about 100 miles all around. They called it the Loma Prieta Earthuake, named for the location on the fault line where it occurred.
We had a distant cousin who died in it when the upper stories of his apartment fell on him in San Francisco.
If you have ever watched a program on earthquakes you have probably seen the one where the bridge cracked open and the car fell into the crack. That happened here in Oakland, CA during that quake. The house I live in right now has been through that quake and it is fine. So, I guess I'll be all right if a bigger one happens.