Picking up the pieces

It’s Saturday night and after the week I’ve had I am quite content on staying home. Hotdogs and Vermentino for dinner suits me just fine (I accidentally froze the ricotta which was supposed to go in my dinner). Perhaps it was my first earthquake that unsettled my balance this week, but quite honestly, things began to get funky for me starting Monday morning.

It all started with my morning routine of making a fruit shake for breakfast. I added flax seeds and forgot to put the lid on before mounting the blender…and viola, seeds went everywhere. I actually laughed out load because what else could I possibly do?

In the past several years of teaching I have learned from experience that May is my busiest month. This month was no exception. In fact, my workload doubled! I’ve even found myself working Saturdays which was okay at first but after three weeks I’d had enough. Even Coco was protesting my absence.

But to make matters worse, the laundry machine waterline broke and there was water all over the floor mixed with the brown sugar that fell off the top when the machine decided to have an epileptic fit. Why? Because I was washing a small rug. Why? Because Coco hacked up a fur ball on it…see how my week has been going?

Then of course there was the matter of the earthquake. We have had a few tremors here in the past several months and I missed them all except the last one. And now that I have officially experienced one I would be more than happy to go back to being ignorant, thank you very much.

Holy crap Batman, this shit is scary! I was sitting at my computer when my cheap IKEA desk starting shaking. At first I didn’t understand why then it dawned on me when I caught a glimpse of the floor lamp violently swaying back and forth. I jumped out of my chair and grabbed Coco. Should I leave the building? Should I get her cage? Should I get dressed first? Then it stopped. My heart on the other hand continued to race the rest of the day.

The rest of the week proved to be worse if that was at all possible (what could possibly be worse than crapping your drawers during an earthquake?) On my way to soccer practice I got stranded on the highway for 1.5 hours because a tractor trailer kindly dumped his load. I can’t begin to tell you how great it felt to kick the shit out of a soccer ball for two hours afterwards.

Now I am in no way trying to minimize an earthquake. My friend Enrico lives much closer to the core than I do and he is frightened to bring his young family back home. I cannot even imagine what that must feel like. Many people are living in tents and there is still much fear in the air that there are more to come.

I’ve even contemplated canceling my upcoming trip to Ravenna because it is in the same province as the quake. But, as with everything else, life must go on. I have been keeping my upcoming trip a bit of a secret so let me tell you what it’s all about. I’m going to take a one week Mosaic course! It is something I have wanted to do for years and I finally found a school that does English courses for a reasonable price so I booked it. I’m so excited!

And, as one of my friends put a positive spin on things, she said I will surely make good use of the bits and pieces from the earthquake. I always thought of mosaics as being a story as each piece has its own history. Now, more than anything this could be quite true.

Every one of us has had to live through our own tragedies. That is why we have the expression “pick up the pieces” and move on. Life is a mosaic and the more carefully we handle those pieces the better the final picture will be. in fact, I don’t think I could have picked a better time to take the course. Please stay tuned because I plan to take lots of photos and post about the experience when I get back.

Peace to all, hugs, Leah.


About lmarmstrong66

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2 Responses to Picking up the pieces

  1. “Holy crap Batman, this shit is scary!”

    Oh yeah.

    I Iive in Lomellina, no where near the epicentre. And my sofa undulated …with me sitting on it too shocked to move off it away from the beam right over me.

    It wasn’t as bad as the one 8 years ago that came with extra added earth noise, (so loud that when the shake hit the house in unision with the BANG I was convinced a lorry had inexplicably driven accross a field and slammed into the house) but it was bad enough that I ended up seriously unsettled.

    I really feel for the people where it it hit, aside from the human loss and the damage you must lose trust in the very ground beneath you.

    I’vd just read a post from a woman who was homeschooling her five small kids when it hit, and that poor lady is so shaken and her kids so terrified that they are finding it a real issue going back to their house. She lives right next to an elementary school and she spunded like she was crying writing about the parents running in horror to get to their children. There must be thousands of people living with that level of fear of being in their own home or sending their family to school or work.

    I personally know I just wouldn’t cope. I’d end up refusing to live anywhere other than a tent in a field with no trees or leccy lines anywhere near it for the next decade.

    As it is everytime I sit down I reflexively check I’m not under a beam. And I’m in a “molto basso” earthquake risk area. Mind you, I checked on comune italiani the day after the first quake they had and the place where it hit is supposed to be “basso”. So I don’t find our own official earthquake staus all that comforting anymore.

    • Hi Sarah,
      They keep telling me Genoa is safe…but I say there is always a first time for everything. Better to be cautious than have a false sense of security.

      If we can get tremors then why not a full on quake?
      Stay safe!

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