not so much gale storm as zasu pitts

It has begun.


Well, something has.  Beatriz is not yet here.  No sailboats have flown by the house on there way to dry dock at the hardware store.


But we have had winds.  More than breezes.  Nice gusts of wind.  Almost all day on Monday.


And then the rain.  Not a lot.  Not like what we receive at the height of the rainy season when I feel as if I live on a canal in Venice.  Just a brief steady downpour.  But not what we are still expecting.  A bit like Mike Huckabee warming up for the Grateful Dead.


I was going to put off preparing for any storm that may come our way until at least Tuesday morning.  But the wind and sprinkles were fair warning to get it done now.


I tracked down the water truck guy and bought a 4 liter bottle of water.  Then I ventured to the Pemex station to fill my tank.  Usually, a few drops of rain and we are without electricity for anywhere from a couple of hours to a few days.  No electricity, no pumps to pump gasoline.  And then I straightened up a few items outside that might develop unknown aerodynamic skills.


Tuesday morning (storm day), I will stop by the local store and buy a bag of ice.  After all, when the electricity ceases to run down the wires to my house, the refrigerator will stop cooling.  And I will not want to open the door unless it is necessary.  So my sandwich materials will penguin peacefully in the ice chest.


And the last thing for Monday – while I still have internet – is to put up this post.  Giving the impression I am in contact.  When I may or may not be.


But I assure you I will not be doing what these boys were doing on Monday evening.  Trying to take advantage of the challenge of the storm.