At 1:50 this afternoon Tomek called me from work. He told me he'd had a dream last night that there was going to be an earthquake at 2 p.m. today. I'd just put LB down for her nap, it had just started to rain, I had just sat down to my delicious lunch of grochowka and really really did not feel like going outside for half an hour or so. Tomek said "well, LB is sleeping in a corner, so she should be safe". He never has premonitions, I had no reason to take this seriously, but still... suddenly our third-floor apartment did not feel like the right place to be.
So I pulled her out of her crib, and since she slept through that, I managed to get the hated winter jacket on her, stuffed her in her stroller, threw a blanket over her, grabbed my purse and headed out for a walk away from the park and it's big trees.
Half an hour later, with a still-sleeping LB, I returned to our still-standing apartment. There was no earthquake. But I know I made the right choice by leaving when I did.
Monday, November 26, 2007
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sometimes you have to folow your instincts. maybe there was no earthquake but maybe just maybe you were not there when someone came around that mght have done you harm.
or maybe there would have been one if you didn't leave. i know that soubds weird, but, well... i dunno!
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