Sunday, July 21, 2013
Rockin' and Rollin' in Wellington
Oh me oh my! It is Not Nice. Upstairs sewing a shirt for David and taking photos to blog about it (how good am I!?!), I leapt to turn off the iron and place it on the floor while David put his weight against the tall stash cupbards that were swaying happily away. Erk.
Not wishing to be left by myself in a building which is apparently very safe but still feels like it is made of Leggo when this is all going on, I opted to go with David to check the shop (not a single breakage and only a few soft things fell on the floor!) then go to the supermarket.
The city was abnormally packed with people - clearly a few apartment buildings were evacuated. Sirens blaring but really, no signs of any damage.
The supermarket was pumping with people who I suspect also were reacting to being in apartment buildings and wanted to try their luck instead in a big open space. Only one aisle was blocked off - much vinegar had fallen off the shelf by the pickle factory odours emanating! And me specifically wanting balsamic vinegar!
Back home again, we are breathing through the aftershocks like labour pains. The devastation of Christchurch sits upon our shoulders like a banshee. Before Christchurch's quakey troubles, we Wellingtonites were pretty sanguine about earthquakes and just got on with life. Now, we know how bad it can get and we know our little country's economy cannot survive another city devastated, even if we survive in other ways.
Ironically, the dear old building that houses our big shop is apparently 'earthquake prone' and has a cheery yellow sign on its door announcing this fact. In spite of being strengthened 20 years ago with wraps and all kinds of clever things. And it clearly doesn't shake it up much as, like I said, nothing much happened there.
We suspect the yellow sign is a magic sigil. Pretty cool, huh!
So, I am not going upstairs to sew again until the earth stops moving as it is way spookier up there.
Wish us luck!!! xoxo