my dc earthquake story

Trust me, the title is as exciting as this story is going to get.

Mineral, VA — the epicenter of the DC earthquake– is about 60 miles from my house.  I was driving home on I-95 at the time, and I heard Kojo Nnamdi on the radio exclaiming about something and then I heard the rattling in his studio.

As I pulled into my neighborhood, I saw every neighbor that was home standing outside so I knew there must have been an earthquake.  The animals did not seem very agitated when I got into the house.  The only evidence that there was an earthquake at all are the skewed photos on my walls.  Thankfully, nothing fell.

My brother in Virginia Beach said that he felt two distinct shockwaves.  My dad in Ohio said he felt the quake there.  News reports said that even people up in Canada felt the 5.8 earthquake.

Not me, though.  Okey didn’t feel the earthquake either.  He’s in California.

How about you?  Did you feel anything?



A few months ago, while waiting to get my hippy car inspected, I pulled out some needles and leftover yarn in my purse and started to knit.  I didn’t have a pattern, I didn’t know what I was making, but I felt the urge to knit.

I kept adding rows to this project and then the project started to take shape:  a burp cloth!

This is the first thing I have made for my future little one.  I am excited to make more so I took my sewing machine out of the laundry room.  Rather than taking it out when I need to use it, I have decided to give it a home in the tv room.  (Side note:  It’s sitting on a desk that my dad and I made together ten years ago. :))

I know the first two things that I want to make on it are a window valance and a matching bedskirt for the crib.  So without further ado, I’m going to take a ride to Jo-Ann’s in my hippy car to see what fun fabrics await me there.

garden update

Or rather, the wildlife refuge known as my backyard.

Okey’s grandparents grew grapes on their farm in West Virginia. When we moved into our home nearly seven years ago, Okey planted a clipping from one of their vines in our backyard. The first few years of growth were difficult for this young plant. (We had also gotten ourselves a puppy. We discovered that a young grapevine looks like a stick to a puppy, as she had chewed two years of growth down to the ground.)

The grapevine survived, and it grew weakly but diligently, in the shade. It grew better and faster when some of the trees were pruned. Yet, it still did not produce grapes. Two summers ago, as Okey and I were enjoying an evening outside, we recognized that we were giving important space to a plant that did not produce. We decided to give it one more year, and then its fate would be decided.

Did you know that grapevines have ears? Surely, you’ve heard the expression… “I heard it on the grapevine!” Well, this plant decided to get serious because last year we had grapes! So many grapes! We made juices, enjoyed fun salads, even homemade ice cream! We pruned her back (not as severe as her first pruning) and waited with anticipation for this year’s bounty.

We had a few bunches, but not many. It was enough though to know that our grapevine was alive and well. I watched as the grapes formed and grew and disappeared. I would love to say that me and mine ate the grapes, but I have another suspect in mind.

This suspect has four legs and a big tail. No, not our smart mutt. This would be her nemesis, the Squirrel. It ate every grape whether it was ripe or not.

At least I still had my blueberries, I thought before going to bed. (These were from Lowe’s and thus not an heirloom variety.) When I awoke to make blueberry pancakes for my guests (my sister and her new husband), I was shocked to have been foiled again by the Squirrel. Not a single one was left on my bushes.

I am disappointed that my garden hasn’t yielded many fruits this summer as I had hoped, but I will try again next year.


Praise the Lord, we’re approved!

So where do we go from here?  Well, we still need to complete our marketing materials (the profile book and an online profile) while the process is finalized by the agency, and then we wait and pray.