Last week was super-exciting, natural disaster-wise.
Yes, my apartment shook. I was home for lunch and thought there was some huge obnoxious piece of building equipment outside on my street, as they've been rumbling things around, repairing the facade of the building across from me all summer. Things rattled a little, but mainly it felt kind of like low blood sugar, when you get a little dizzy and nauseated. All in all, the perfect earthquake: all the fun and none of the danger.
Cordie Cat gave no advance warning, so she's absolutely useless for extra-sensory disaster detecting. But then, she is a special needs kitty.
The news was funny, all "Philly Rocked by Earthquake!" when actually it was more like, "Philly Thinks Landlord Has People Working on the Roof" or "Philly Slightly Nauseated for a Brief Moment."
This was all panic. Rachel and I taught a workshop north of Philly, in Bucks County the Friday before. Both of us needed small grocery items (mozzarella, pizza dough, kiwis, eggs, mushrooms, ricotta) for our individual Friday night cooking agenda, so we took the opportunity of a car to stop at Trader Joe's.
It was insane. Bread = gone. Hummus = gone. Lines = starting at the cheese cooler, at the very back of the store. We made it out alive, with all of our random items, so I was able to make my long-awaited (waiting since like Tuesday) Swiss chard ricotta hurricane quiche.
Saturday, went to yoga, paused at bakery, bought blueberries. The rest of the day was wimpy grey skies and pitiful spitting rain.
The Apple Store half-heartedly protected their giant glass storefront with sandbags.
I didn't venture out. Like I need a reason on a crappy day to stay in my house, take long naps, read books, eat hurricane quiche, and watch Jane Austen films?
Some part of Philly got loads of water, mainly the western outskirts and the 'burbs. The Walk for Health along the Schuykill River Trail was quite flooded.
(All these photos are from the Philly Inquirer).