so there was an earthquake this morning here in the city of angels.
we’ve been in a few (not many at all) during our first residence in los angeles but this was the first one where it happened at 06:30 hours and we had not set the alarm and so was woken up by a strong shaking as if someone was telling us we were Awfully Late For School.
the shower doors in the ensuite shook alarmingly but did not shatter and we remembered to move away from anything glass….
…….but considering the (lovely) bed is between a wall of wardrobes with sliding glass doors and a (splendid) picture window looking out onto a vista of los angeles, we decided to just put the (soft, cotton) sheets and (comforting) comforter/duvet and (several) pillows over our head and Wait For It To Pass.
then it did.
after what felt like AGES.
considering we’d been in the middle of most Curious dream (highlights included our childhood house, 9 black cats squirming happily to see us, one jumped up and we recognized the spirit/descendent? of the cat – Muffin – from when who-we-are-in-RL was about 11 – with a Leap of Joy and – Very Strangely – Elvis – the singer – with long blonde Viking hair and a rough beard outside the used furniture shop nearby) – it was all a bit Weird.
and not just the dream (although that was super weird – translations anyone? do give us your interpretation).
and in other news.
we watched The Magic Roundabout while cutting up the strawberries from the farmers market.
that one Never Knows What is about to HAPPEN.
but if there are roses and quietness again, everything will re-settle into a new formation and things will start moving in perhaps not the direction one Thought but the general Voyage Inside that one needs.
before we go, just really to record this for the future, we sat on a Knole Sofa yesterday, high up in a Canyon somewhere in the Beverly Hills area.
we could not take photographs (sadly) and we’re not sure we can ever write about the experience (no hook, no public open day, no forthcoming vast coffee table book or movie location per se).
but we sat on a Knole Sofa.
and that was glorious.
and yes, we’ve seen the Original at Knole itself.
but one cannot sit on the original sofa (too threadbare, too protected by the National Trust) and only very special invited guests can sit on the one we went to yesterday.
all this AND an EARTHQUAKE.
we are driving into Topanga Canyon shortly.
yes, there will be pictures.
but not a Knole Sofa.
a tiny bit shaken after the EARTHQUAKE.