Like most people I woke suddenly and realising quickly that it was a major earthquake I raced for the nearest doorway. Nick had a slightly different reaction: realising that it was an earthquake he reached up and removed the items that sit on the windowsill above our heads so that they wouldn't fall on us and knock us the fuck out. Then at my insistence he headed over to the doorway - but in the dark tripped over the baker's stand that had fallen over. By the time he made it anywhere near a doorway it was all over... or so we thought. Now we know better. As I was standing in the doorway of the ensuite two things occurred to me - the first was that I was standing right next to an immense glass shower which, if it broke, could shower me with shards of glass rather than drops of water. The second came as the initial blast was subsiding and that was that the power was out, but I had candles and a lighter in the ensuite (for candle-lit soaky-baths).
|The pantry after one bin of crap had been cleaned up|
Somewhere in there I squeaked off a Tweet via my cell (but I don't think that it made it) and texted the family to check that they were OK. Most of them got back to me during the course of the morning.
Hoglund wine glasses were destroyed. The hard corners of the stereo have also made major dings in the wooden floor, but that's happened all over.
Both speakers had also gone over, one of them taking with it a lovely dark blue pediment bowl filled with things that Mum and I had gathered on our last trip together. I've been able to keep the things but the bowl has had to go. Actually the bowl bit is OK - but the foot is broken. If I can work out a way to cleanly remove the rest of the foot from the bowl I might be able to keep it. Another sentimental loss is a bowl and jug that Nick's Mum gave us a few years ago, two lovely pieces.
|The credenza with broken glass|
There were a few other breakages and we thought that we were looking pretty good. Then we tried to go into the wardrobe. But the door wouldn't open. It turned out that our super, expensive, friction supported wardrobe had collapsed in on itself, and the scotch chest had also tipped inward, so that the three sections were all sort of leaning on each other in the middle of the room, with all our clothes. So we left it for a while and went back to cleaning the kitchen. I think that I cleaned the kitchen three times and it was still sticky.
All the while we were hoping that a) the aftershocks would stop please (and they're still coming five days later), and b) that the power would come on (two days). Because, while once day light arrived about an hour and a half after the initial shock we could see what we doing, without power we had a few issues:
- no power (HAH)
- no phone (and we get really poor cellphone coverage here - you have to stand still, in just the right place)
- no water (we need power to pump it from the tank to the house AND from the well to the tank), and no water flowing means
- no toilets
- no fire (because we have a wetback running the fire without water circulating in it is not a good idea), and worst of all
- NO INTERNET