Having a pane of Soviet-grade glass fall on my head when I was 3
Getting lost in my neighborhood in the dark when I was 8 and coming home, crying, to have my mom lecture me about rapists. Of course, there is no such thing as sex in Russia, so it wasn’t really rapists, but “Bad People.”
Getting into a near-fatal car accident with Mr. B. We were both unharmed, the car was totalled.
Experiencing a 5.8-level earthquake on the second day that I chose to work in a 50-story building, on floor 42. If you’ve never experienced an earthquake that high up, it feels like all your paranoia and Russian pessimism have finally been justified.
So apparently some folks could feel it here in the Cleve, but I was out in the garden whacking away at a stubborn bush and felt nothing. Except sweaty. And mosquito-bitten.
Clearly, your pessimism is unwarranted, if you were able to write about the quake afterwards. Hey, it even made for blog fodder!
Before we went to DC last week, my son, who is obsessed with geology, asked if they ever had earthquakes there. And we were all, “Pshaw! Don’t be ridiculous!”
Glad you’re OK.
Soviet-grade glass fell on your head when you were 3?!?? This explains so many things. I wonder what fell on Marinka, though.
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So apparently some folks could feel it here in the Cleve, but I was out in the garden whacking away at a stubborn bush and felt nothing. Except sweaty. And mosquito-bitten.
Clearly, your pessimism is unwarranted, if you were able to write about the quake afterwards. Hey, it even made for blog fodder!
ah, so you’re gardening again in Cleveland!
Before we went to DC last week, my son, who is obsessed with geology, asked if they ever had earthquakes there. And we were all, “Pshaw! Don’t be ridiculous!”
Glad you’re OK.
Haha! Where in DC did you guys go?
How about having Chinese/Indian food from an unknown Chinese/Indian place? NOW we’re talking adventure.
Only if they’re in India or China