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Sunday Morning Ramblings (A Sermon From The Deck Story)

 OH MY A FIRE TRUCK!

 

 I lived in the city so I know how sirens become background noise to life, and are easy to ignore.

Out here in the country sirens are the cause of excitement, curiosity and fear.

 

This mornings siren, around 7:30, drifted into the house as a shock.

"Honey, is that your phone?"

"What?"

"The siren. Is that on your phone?"

"Not me!"

I looked through the bedroom window and through the trees caught flashing lights heading north."

"I better check this out."

 Check it out because I worry. You worry. We all worry.

 I threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, grabbed my keys and jumped in my truck.

What I worry most of all this time of year are grass fires. A fast melt, and stiff breezes have dried ditches up to tinderbox status in places. I have a hard time understanding why anyone still smokes, but what really pisses me off is when they flick their butts out the window. (Cigarette butt. I should re-word the previous sentence but maybe another day. Sorry about the visual.) It takes very little to start a fire this time of year, and once the dry grass is burning the Saskatchewan breeze will push it down that ditch and into fields for miles. A terrifying situation if you are downwind.

I drove to the end of the lane in search of smoke. I did not see any tell-tale rising black plumes anywhere. To calm my curiosity I continued driving north, and not seeing smoke in any direction, I turned west and drove into the village. Surrounding the fire hall were a dozen vehicles belonging to the volunteers. Yup. There is a fire somewhere. It's far enough away that it shouldn't be a problem for me, but I have friends in every direction. I hope they are all safe.

Please be safe, volunteer firefighters. We really appreciate you ladies and gents. And Mother Nature?  Your soothsayers predicted showers today. Maybe you could fulfill that promise.

And to you smokers who, despite the advantages of a free education, have decided to embrace your inner-moron and throw that lit ciggy out the window...Why should I even bother. If you are too dense to follow the lessons that your parents and teachers taught, you won't follow anything that I have to say.  Idiots!

AND...

 

I believe the Habs need the CBJ, (I always snicker when I see that abbreviation. If you don't know check the Urban dictionary),  need Columbus to lose and grant them a playoff spot.

Go (down) CBJ.

Sorry.

 

Have a great day!

Peace.



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