There were some guys hanging around outside my apartment earlier. Literally hanging, as from a scaffold. Outside. The construction crew has been working to finish up the punchlist and get the heck out of this project. Yesterday they came into the apartment to make sure all the cranks worked, and clean up little dibs and dabs that were left over from the installation. And finally put the screens on. Today they were cleaning up and recaulking the outside.
Friday had been sleeping in the bedroom, where the blinds are closed. I guess she must have heard something outside, because she came running out of the bedroom, spied the guy spead-eagled on my living room window, and started barking at him. Of course, being the friendly dog she is, she was also wagging her tail the whole time.
Which makes me wonder why she didn’t wake me up for the earthquake this morning? I would say it begs the question, but that is a logical fallacy, I’ve learned. Yes, we had a 4.5 magnitude earthquake about 5:25 AM this morning, and I so slept through it.
Richter scale is an algorithmic scale, so that every whole number increases the amplitude by 10. But you science nerds knew that, right? So this one was 100 times less than the Nisqually quake I lived through in 2001. That quake damaged the Alaskan Way Viaduct, which Seattle has been debating how to replace it ever since. And every earthquake brings fears that the viaduct will collapse. So it’s nice that someone has put up a website to tell us if the viaduct has collapsed, and the time and magnitude of the last quake. I’m sure that all the people working in SoDo will check the site before they head home to Ballard.
And that’s all the news from Seattle. Have a good weekend, y’all. (Sorry, I lived close to the Oklahoma border for a couple of years, and I can’t shake it.)