Here's a record of some of the damage around the house. My lead crystal vase, the one I filled with rocks (yeah, rocks) fell off the bar. Didn't break though. Still picking up them pointy, nearly invisible rocks though.
Luckily I'm a light sleeper and woke up with the initial shaking. I was sitting when the serious shaking began and my tower of books hit my pillow. Who knows, I might have been knocked unconscious by a Salman Rushdie tome. But then again if I'm gonna go...
Okay, I know, it doesn't look that bad.
The next picture is going to break your heart though. It's one of the bigger casualties that morning.
I give you Cha. J says he was jumping around the room like a frog and when J tried to grab him to calm him down he just, well, continued to jump around. After a much needed bowel emptying we put him in the living room with us where he immediately decided to hide in the safest place in the house -- the cats' litter box. Dogs instinctively know the safest place in the house.
Don't worry no beagles were unnecessarily harmed or mentally anguished in the making of this blog post. After I took the picture I picked him up, dusted him off, and cuddled him for awhile. That is until the thunder started and he really freaked out. Back to the cat box. (We also had a typhoon coming right at us yesterday. Fortunately, it found its mercy and veered off.)
The next picture is a little confusing. When I went to take a photo of J's room I felt compelled to announce in a loud voice, "Did we just have an earthquake or a tornado?" Much of that is what I call Pre-Earthquake Damage.
Around the city tiles fell, cement fences tumbled and grave stones shifted, but one of the biggest tragedies would probably be this. The Sapporo Beer Factory down the road lost more than 5,000 bottles of beer (and tea). (Edit to add: I learned later...just tea. Wew!)
But, truth be told, I'm depressed. The news has been saying this has nothing to do with the ginormous Tokai Earthquake that is due to hit here any day now. You know, the one that has hit on schedule every 100 years since the beginning of time. That one, they say, will be 180-200 times worse than this morning (an 8 on a scale that only goes to 7). Oh, and I was in a daze as they flashed fancy graphics of firestorms on the TV, but I could have sworn they said something about 10 million people dying in the thing.
Which leaves me wondering if I need to buy a bigger cat box...