Cathy Seipp: My kind of lady

I absolutely love the calm, might-as-well-make-the-best-of-it attitude of taking your kid to the park since it's a gorgeous day and the earthquake has knocked out the power in the house anyway.

Also, anybody familiar with Cathy's stuff can't miss her characteristic voice in this paragraph:

One disturbing thing I remember from the 1994 quake is the arrival of a swarm of dog puppets, introduced by wandering psychotherapists who invaded Red Cross shelters to counsel children about how scary the earthquake was, in case they hadn't quite realized. If eventually they — or you — tired of talking about how scary it was, well then, you were in earthquake denial, and everyone and his dog puppet would know it.

As I just said a single post ago: read it all.