So, we had just got back from grocery shopping this morning and nicely sat down for lunch when the house started to shake. It was seriously like being on some weird ride at the amusement park. But basically we all got out of the house and it stopped and Mom walked over to wave at the neighbors who were also outside and kind of freaked out. Turns out it was a 5.7 magnitude earthquake down near the end of the peninsula in the ocean somewhere. The worst of our earthquake "damage" was that one of Mom's Jane Austen books fell off the shelf in her room. And since this is Mom's third earthquake and third times the charm, we shouldn't be having any more earthquakes as long as we're hanging out with her.