What a humbling 24 hours.
Yesterday started around 4:00am for us when my dad called three times in a row until I woke up (a big hint something is gravely amiss). At the same time I was listening to his concerned message Scott’s mom was calling him. We both jumped out of bed and ran to the TV. We have very limited channels but we found a news channel from Washington covering the latest.
8.9 magnitude earthquake struck off the coast of Japan; resulting tsunami heading for US West coast. That was about all the coverage we received before they returned to what was happening in Japan. Thank goodness for the internet. We were able to find out the expected targeted areas (Oregon and California) and what, if any, danger our little island was in. Come to find out, none. We were under a tsunami advisory but they weren’t expecting anything to happen except maybe a slight water level rise. We do have tsunami sirens and evacuation routes heading up any number of the dozen massive mountains around us. They even had a siren practice about three weeks ago not knowing that we might need it.  |
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I’ve been under the weather the past couple of days so I decided to stay home from work yesterday to try and lick it. That didn’t really work but I did get to watch the footage unfold as only the BBC can cover. What is it about a British accent that can make such a tragedy sound so delicious? I know, I know, I’m a bad person (shake your heads and wag your fingers in scorn if you wish) for saying such a thing at a time like this but I blame it all on Jane Austen. She has ruined me forever. She has engrained in me that tall dark men with proper British accents will engage me in witty banter then whisk me away to their massive estate in the country side where they will read me Shakespeare by candle light and take me riding on Sunday afternoons. But I digress.
In all seriousness our hearts go out to those suffering.
On a different note: Scott is working this weekend at a health fair for teenagers to warn them about the dangers of over the counter drug abuse (while I sit at home knocking back the Robitussin). He’s been working hard on several different projects for his rotation this (his final) month. There are 13 work days left for him before his 4th year of pharmacy school is OVER! There’s still graduation in May and the boards he’ll take in June… but as far as school goes—this is it!
I’m super excited. We started this journey together by getting married two days before his first day of pharmacy school and now as it comes to an end I couldn’t be more proud. I remember thinking that 2011 seemed so far away and that four years would take forever. How wrong was I? Time has flown, for me at least. I’m sure for the hard working student putting in countless hours of studying and drilling, it’s moved a little more slowly and perhaps painfully. But this is it!
T-19 days…
The Match closed yesterday evening with his top preferences locked in. It's all out of our hands now. The next year of our life will be revealed to us on March 23rd.
Missing you all but happy everyone we love and cherish is safe and well,
S/A
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