(UPDATE AT BOTTOM OF STORY)
A little after 2 AM (Central Time) on the 5th of November, I was all shook up.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t due to me being in love, like it was for Elvis.
I was awoken from a deep sleep when my bed shook. At the same time, my son’s dog was barking.
Although I had never before had such an experience, I immediately knew what had happened.
My house had been shaken by an earthquake.
If I were living in California, then an earthquake would not been out of the ordinary.
I don’t live in California. Instead, I live . . .
“where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain,
And the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.”
Where I live, rather than encountering an earthquake, one is more likely to encounter a flying cow:
The cause of the earthquake is being disputed. Being that the state of Texas is next door, some people say that it’s Bush’s Fault II. Some others are saying that global warming did it. Of course such an extreme event in nature couldn’t have a natural cause, right?
Anyway, a local news report says that two earthquakes took place, with the larger one having a magnitude of 4.7 . I have no idea what “4.7” means. All I know is that I have a craving for a milkshake. Thankfully, there are cows near me. I wonder how difficult it would be to catch one.
As for my son’s dog . . . well, he ain’t nuthin’ but a hound dog cryin’ all the time. Although he has never caught a rabbit, he is getting better at catching a cat.
UPDATE: A 5.2 earthquake struck northeastern Oklahoma a few minutes before 11 PM on November 5th. This time I was awake, and I heard it coming. The walls and windows of my home shook for a few seconds.
The cows around here are going to be mad again. It’s rather unpleasant for them when cream in milk is churned before it leaves the udder.