The Politics of Fire

Lucy would be happy with me.  I have been slowly simmering a dislike for the people across the road who are always playing their music.  What I need to learn, is that living in Mexico, one must learn to accept a non-democratic soundtrack in one’s life here.  However, is it not nice to sometimes just hear the birds sing and the burros neigh?  But such is life.   Today I had stepped out on the patio to read a Tom Robbins book that I am
researching, when I heard the crackle of flames on dry brush.   There was a grass fire across the road that was threatening one of the houses on the neighbor’s land.  Kath and Liz, our neighbors were up above on their side of the road tryng to combat the blaze with a hose from Carlos’ house where there is essentially no water pressure.   The wind had picked up and there was the chance that the fire might jump across the cobblestones to our land.  I ran across the road to tell the boss there was a fire threatening his property.  He actually thanked me as I went back to our house to get a hose to water down the upper part of our property.  He sent his gardener up the hill with two buckets of water…when the kid ran out, I filled his buckets from our hose..anyhow the blaze was extinguished and all is well.  Maybe now I have ace in hand at the Karma Cotillion… perhaps now the music may be lowered now and then.  Ahh the Grace of the Universe.  Not only do I love life, but I love Lucy!