Tsunami, tsunami, baloney*
We were watching "Law and Order" tonight. Right before the end of the show, just as the verdict was announced, the cable system cut away and a real live tsunami warning scrolled across the screen.
Wow! We live at the foot of a hill on the banks of what used to be a creek that leads to the bay. It's not a creek anymore, but a four-lane boulevard; the creek is under the road someplace. Anyway, our house is maybe about 20 feet above sea level, but the tsunami would have to go all the way into the bay and come a mile and a half up Cesar Chavez. Still... it could happen. Fortunately there is a 600 foot hill quite close, so in a pinch, we could just trot up there. We got the cat carriers out of the basement just in case we had to cram the cats in them and start running.
But then no tsunami happened. So we had all the excitement and none of the mess. Just as well, as Cris had just washed the rug in the basement.
* Who can name my clever 1950s reference? Fifties nostalgia is in this year; you might need to know.
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