Saturday, March 03, 2012

First Warning Sign of the Mayan Apocalypse

Today started off in an unusual way. By some odd alignment of the calendar, or perhaps the planets, there were no fireworks, no marching bands, no repetitive blasting of the National Anthem, no gas trucks, no pilgrims - just...silence. Well, until 6:45, when an empty dump truck pulled up across the street and guys started hurling cement blocks into its clanking, echo-y bed.


So far, so Mexico, right? But then the most extraordinary thing happened - so stunning, we could barely understand what we were seeing. At approximately 7:12AM (we noted the time for history), a Querétaro police officer arrived and asked them to stop. 



And they did.

And then he drove off.

And then the truck did, too.

And we stood there in the doorway for a long, long time, trying to figure out what had just happened. (Until one of the street-sweeper ladies came along, and we remembered we were in our underwear.) Even now, looking at the photographs, we wonder if it was all a dream. And now we're afraid - very afraid - of what God may demand of us in return.

It's quiet here now. Perhaps too quiet.

6 comments:

Zoe said...

Nancy in Mazatlan turned me on to your blog and I must say, you're darned prolific! That makes you fodder (in a nice way) for my desktop. Other bloggers have respites of months inbetween blogs...bah! I'm having fun with you. Thanks.

Burro Hall said...

Thanks, Zoe! Those other people probably have jobs or families or hobbies.

Cheryl Arredondo said...

Burro Hall just has Jesus.

Dave said...

@ Cheryl...Where's that elusive little accent mark when you need it...naw, better without.

Now I'm just feeling pathetic, Frank....with a job, a family, hobbies, and yet I still keep coming back.

Marty said...

Nancy turned me on to your blog, too! Bookmarking. Just another American who loves Mexico.

Burro Hall said...

Well, it's a love-hate thing. But mostly love...