I’ve put off writing this post for a week so I can think of a delicate way to put this. But I can’t think of one and Merriam Webster’s thesaurus is no help. So here goes:
Last Sunday night, around 9:30pm, I was tinkling. Wait, there’s more.
I know it was 9:30pm because I had just put the boys to bed and because that’s when the earthquake happened. I was sitting there, minding my own business, when the seat started to vibrate. Not a slosh, not a rock, definitely a strong vibrate. The water had that a-pebble-just-landed-here ripple. (Of course, I looked.)
At the time, I thought it was the wind – it was howling as it often does up here on the mountain. I tried to picture what the wind could be whipping around to make the throne vibrate… There must be a pipe somewhere, right? That HAD to be it. The seat was definitely vibrating, nothing else was moving, lights weren’t blinking, windows weren’t rattling, nothing. Anyhoo, it stopped after a bit. Curious, but I didn’t give it another thought.
Until the next morning when I read in the A.M. Costa Rica online:
A moderate shock in Pacific
By the A.M. Costa Rica staff"A moderate earthquake struck near the south Pacific coast about 9:30 p.m. Sunday. The quake was barely felt in the Central Valley, but a resident of Perez Zeledón said the shaking could not be missed. A seismograph of the Observatorio Vulcanológico Sismológico de Costa Rica said the movement endured for about two minutes. The quake also was felt in Cóbano on the Nicoya Peninsula, Esparza and in southern Costa Rica."
My first earthquake in Costa Rica and I’m on the potty. That’s so wrong.