Today I have been feeling like someone imprisoned by noise. Huge earth moving machines have been clanking, rumbling and drilling since 7 a.m. across the lake and beside me. After lunch I considered escaping somewhere in my car but then Kenya would have been here alone and miserable ... and besides, there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I just wanted it to be quiet.
I went up to my bedroom, closed all the windows and lay on my bed reading. Kenya was asleep on the floor.
Suddenly there was an explosive noise (I think) and the whole house shook. Curtain rods leaning against the wall by my bureau rattled to the floor and Kenya disappeared downstairs to her crate.
I went immediately to the windows facing the lake but nothing looked any different outside.
My plants, however were still trembling, and so was I.
I went to the phone to dial 911, certain that the drilling and blasting across the lake was responsible. No phone.
I went next door and asked if they had felt the blast. The four men working on their machines said it wasn't a blast; it was an earthquake; that they had heard about it on the radio.
Cripes ... my ears still felt blasted. I was feeling shaken. And my phone still wasn't working.
I went home, and tried the phone again. It wasn't working as a phone, but the service is intact so I was able to go on-line.
Now I am going to check the whole house.