I Like Being in the Middle

I enjoy being right just as much as the next person, but I’m hoping to be wrong about my Oklahoma weather theory.

I’ve said for years that Oklahoma is way too smug about our comfy spot in the middle. We feel snug and secure when things like hurricanes occur. I mean, sure, there’s that whole tornado thing, but we don’t feel the threat of living in Florida, Louisiana or California. We are in the middle, after all. Those people living on the coast may fall into the ocean, but we’re safe in the middle.

I’m uncomfortable with this Titanic-like arrogance. I’ve long said we shouldn’t be so smug. I’ve uttered the words, “The middle could just drop out of this bad boy.”

We had a 4.8 magnitude earthquake Saturday morning. The kids and I were about to head off to bed Saturday night when the 5.6 magnitude earthquake hit. It shook the house for maybe a minute, but it seemed like several. Doop hid behind the couch. I think she’s watched too many episodes of Paranormal Witness.

Two earthquakes in less than 12 hours? I sure hope I’m wrong. I’m rather fond of being in the middle.