I am sitting on our balcony, sipping the first morning coffee with Eva.
Flor is walking on the beach with her menagerie of dogs (who start humping each other as soon as she stops) has stopped to talk to Dave. The sound of the ocean waves and of conversation drift up to us from the beach. I watch the ocean gently lap the sand, and dogs humping. Another day on the beach is unfolding.
Contemplating the day ahead, I plan to: do some writing; cut some branches from the Palm next to us; and attempt to balance a ceiling fan (yet another new thing for me to learn). I am happy that we have internet. This mode of education has helped me, in the main, learn a little about plumbing, electricity, the use of vinegar in cleaning windows and laundry, and now how to balance a ceiling fan. As for learning how to live in a Yucatán fishing village on the Gulf of Mexico, I am only able to learn through experience. Kind of like learning about what it means to fall in love or to have a bad back.
I suppose some my chores today will also be completing the “WD 40 run” as I call it.
An alumnerio (person who works with aluminum) told me to maintain our sliding patio doors by spraying WD 40 around the frame of the doors. That will help the wheels and other metallic things keep moving. Our house is about 2 years old and the wheels on the doors on the bottom level are frozen with rust. He seemed to think that by using WD 40 (or simply stated “cuarenta”) that we would be able to maintain a working relationship with our doors for maybe four or five years. Or at least that is what I think he said. I have been slowly learning Spanish over the past 40 years, much more rapidly over the past two years (but that story is for another time). So yet another use for the almighty cuarenta. The liquid duct tape of the Gulf of Mexico.
Takes about a day to complete, still we put WD 40 put on everything, the stove, the fridge, faucets, door hinges, locks, almost all things metal within the house. All except the bannister for our staircase (I suspect Eva may start to oil the banister on the day that she would like to get rid of me). Do an oil run at least once a month and it seems to be working, most of our metal objects are relatively rust free.
Got to run Eva seems to have been stung by a wasp (avispa, in spanish). I am required to provide a bit of first aid. Maybe a little spray of cuarenta will make it better.
As I am gaining intimacy with WD 40, I wrote a short ode to Cuarenta, but sadly forgot to include the ode with this post. As I am just learning, I hope that I can have patience with myself as my learning grows.
An ode to WD 40…
Without a Doubt Forty
It is the Cuarenta of my soul.
There is no replacement
Without it I am not whole.
Cuartenta is what I need.
It stops any bleed.
Without a Doubt Cuarenta
Is all that I need.
When there is no Forty
I am a lost soul.
Without my Cuarenta
I am just a rusty hole.