Just read of the pending earthquake with it’s future epicenter somewhere between Seattle and Vancouver. Seems the Cascadia plate is gonna get us!
Cascadia’s Fault — The Deadly Earthquake That Will Devastate North America, by Jerry Thompson. It is in bookstores near you. Go get it. Read it. Then move to Alberta.
You have ten years, give or take, before Richmond liquifies and the rest of us get soaking wet at the very least. If it doesn’t happen by then, the odds just get worse. It is not something I am looking forward to.
Our house is built on stilts.
Basically stilt houses fare well in earthquakes (they say but the ones who say such things are the ones left – the ones swept out to sea are somewhat silent on the matter) but, you see, I built these stilts myself and I can envision them popping out like sprung toothpicks should the big one hit. Then the house slides into the sea which, according to Jerry, won’t be far because the sea will rise by dozens of feet to meet it.
Good thing we have Portuguese Water dogs.
I dunno. I don’t doubt the guy. Not really. All the Henny Pennys are saying the same thing. Have been for awhile now. Displays at Pat Bay, disaster planning departments in all the big centres, (especially Vancouver), EPPs (emergency planning programs) everywhere. Sheesh!
I think we are doomed. D-o-o-m-e-d!
Every time that word comes to mind, tho, I think of Bobby McFerrin’s song, “Don’t Worry, Be happy!” Given that the experts get everything wrong and I hear that Bobby is getting every thing right, I’ll go with him.
It’s easier to sing along than prepare, ya know?
Which reminds me: we have walkie talkies. So do our neighbours down the way. We use them like an internal phone system amongst us. If I need to call them, I ‘beedle’ ( a ring tone) them and then identify myself and ask for the person I want to talk to so that others on the system can go about their business. ‘Course, others just listen in anyway. Like the old party lines.
R & A got new walkie-talkies the other day (walkie-talkies behave like lemmings and then need to be replaced) and so they were orienting themselves to the new buttons and doing so by having a w-t conversation. Since it was late in the day, they decided to test the units while sitting in the same room.
(beedle)……“Hello, Ashley here. Robert? Can you hear me?”
“Yes I can. Did my phone beedle or did I just hear yours?”
“I dunno. We’re in the same room. I can hear everything. I think you are too close. Sounds like we are talking.”
“OK, how about now? I am walking outside on the porch in my slippers.”
“Well, I better go out on the other porch. Think I need slippers?”
(bear in mind, this is all being transmitted .5 km over the sea to my ears)
(beedle)……..“Is that you, Robert? Can you hear me?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Did it beedle?”
“Yes, it did.”
“I don’t think it beedled on my end.”
“Doesn’t need to. You called me.”
“Wow! Smart phone!”
Who needs TV sitcoms, eh?
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