We’re all fine here, no one was hurt and nothing fell over in the house but a Pez dispenser. Nonetheless I’m going to be calling a building inspector to check out the house because there’s cracks in the foundation and I can’t remember if they were there before or not, and there’s definitely spaces that have appeared between the boards in the siding that weren’t there before.
The epicenter was 30-40 miles south of the Manor and I’m hearing reports from friends further south that some houses were pretty much destroyed. Meanwhile, some people on the west coast apparently think it’s hilarious when people get scared after a once in a century event that destroys homes. I can’t tell you how deeply angry and disgusted I am with that kind of response. We don’t build for earthquakes here; the last one this big was in 1897.
I’m pretty scared myself, because if there was significant damage to the house we’re potentially looking at a second Amerinote Xchange mortgage to repair it. Fingers are crossed that the damage was only cosmetic and we can patch it up with some caulk and some paint. Of course, I guess being scared of what kind of damage to my totally not-earthquake-ready home might have been done makes me a big wuss worthy of being mocked, right? Right? It’s just hi-freakin-larious.