Wednesday, April 20, 2016

When It Flames, It Roars

Val is never really safe in her dark basement lair. All manner of calamities could befall her at any given moment. Which might, perhaps, explain the unevenness of her blogging efforts. There she'll be, with the most scathingly brilliant idea (take my word for it), her fingers poised to dance across the keyboard, when the phone rings. It's Hick.

"The woods are on fire."

"Okay. Which woods?"

"Up by the other land. Across the road from the boys' land. It's coming up behind the house. I called the fire department. Not 9-1-1. I called 3-1-3-1. The same number I called when I ran over the old lady with the city truck. That's the central dispatch office. I said, 'I have a fire tag. The woods are on fire.' And they took my name, and came out."

"How did YOU discover it?"

"I'd been smelling smoke all morning. Then I took the tractor down to the low water bridge for that sand for the sidewalk. And I still smelled it when I got back. Good thing I drove up here to take a look. It was on my buddy's property. I seen he had a couple of camper shells back there, so I called. I was standing out front talking to the fire chief. I know him. And we heard a big WHOOSH and a ROAR. 'Probly them propane tanks,' I told him. And he said, 'Uh huh. There's probly more.' Just then another one exploded. That ROAR sounded like a jet engine!"

"Where ARE you?"

"I'm down at the cabin."

"IN THE FIRE?"

"No. But I wanted to make sure it didn't get the cabin. It's headed that way. I can see it up on top of the hill."

"The FIRE?"

"No. The smoke. I don't want it to get to them cedars. Then the whole place would go up. That's why I called the fire department. We have a tag for both properties."

"They won't charge who called. They'll charge whose land it's on. Did that crazy guy with the sticks in the road start it?"

"No. It's my buddy's land. But I'm glad I called."

[Let the record show that bad blood between neighbors can start in a heartbeat if one calls the fire department and the other has not bought a fire tag for the year. Because then he'll be charged the actual cost of fighting the fire.]

"You get up here to the house. You'll burn up!"

"Val. I did this for five years. I'm across the creek."

"Fire can jump a creek. All it has to do is blow an ember on the wind. And that's the direction you say it's headed, if what you say is true."

"Them guys have their trucks."

"Is it out?"

"No. They have their blowers. They blew the leaves back and then burned it back."

"So it's out."

"No."

"How long ago was this?"

"I'd have to check my phone. About 30 minutes. They've been fighting it for 15.

Let the record show that the last thing a cedar house dweller wants to hear is that the woods are on fire, and the flames are headed in her direction.

No wonder Val can't concentrate.

Pics or it didn't happen:


"The propane tanks that burned up at the fire." Nothing in the subject line. Just an email from Hick, aficionado of propane tanks, it seems. I'm more interested in the wheelchair or bicycle in the foreground.

I guess those tires didn't make a WHOOSH and a ROAR.

14 comments:

  1. Never a dull moment with Hick & Val!!

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    1. Sometimes, I would prefer dull.

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  2. Oh dear me, you aren't going to sleep much tonight, are you?

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    1. If I put Hick down by the cabin in the line of the fire, then I can sleep doubly well. Because apparently, just by WATCHING it, Hick prevents the fire from burning his cabin.

      AND I'll have the bed to myself without the WHOOSH of Hick's breather!

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  3. It must be unnerving living in a wooden house in the woods, especially in the dry season.

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    1. I never even thought about it until that time when The Pony was an infant, and Hick had gone bowling, and the neighbor's teenage daughter set the woods on fire burning their trash in a barrel. That dude didn't have a fire tag. He was out back with a garden hose, digging a trench to keep it away from our house.

      Did you know that when a wife calls the bowling alley, folks are not all that keen on giving the husband a message?

      Anyhoo...Hick finally came home and helped put out the fire. I was standing outside beside our Ford Aerostar (precursor to the $1000 Caravan) with The Baby Pony and Toddling Genius, ready to get out of there in a hurry.

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  4. Oh, what a shame. And just when you had a huge tour bus, full of blue-haired ladies, slated for the weekend...

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    1. Yeah. They had to change their itinerary and head for the casino. Where it's even smokier!

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    1. Yes. But he did this thing for five years, you know. When he wasn't busy running over old ladies with the city truck.

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  6. So, if Hick is down at the cabin then the fire wont jump the creek ...? Glad Hick did discover it before it got out of hand!

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    1. I KNOW, right? Hick is like some crazy talisman that repels fire!

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  7. Synonyms for SCATHING: blistering, searing, withering, scorching, fierce. See, you did it from your lare. Just not what you planned.

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    1. Wow! I'm really good at that scathing stuff. That could explain any local incidents of spontaneous combustion.

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