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Last week, I was down in San Diego. My brother had the day off and my sister-in-law was back from NYC, so we decided that it would be fun to go to the beach. We headed out to Silver Strand, the state beach between Imperial Beach and Coronado. We set up and the kids took off to splash in the surf. We were sitting around talking and eating lunch and my brother, Dennis, looks over at another family and says, “Hey, you know, we had a beach umbrella like that one over there.”
My sisters and I just look and acknowledge his comment and he goes on.
“Ate, remember when mom asked for the WD40?”
I reply, “You mean, the 3 D 4?” laughing then nodded “yes.”
My mom, no matter how many times you correct her, will always call “WD40” “3D4.” I have no idea why but it’s what she does and you just have to be able to translate it to English.
Dennis proceeded to relay the story of how my mom used the beach umbrella as a table umbrella for a kids picnic table that they have in their backyard. That makes sense right? Then he tells us that the joint where the top half of the umbrella and the bottom extending piece is slicked with WD40. Instead of putting the piece in correctly, my mom saturated the joint with WD40 and jammed the pieces together and it was impossible to take it apart.
We all head home and just have a good laugh about it because, hey, it’s our mom.
The next morning, my sister and I head out in search of the best donuts in San Diego. Yes, we drove 25 minutes to Santee but that’s another story for another blog. We call up our sister-in-law and tell her we are heading over with donuts.
We are there for about 30 minutes before my mom is back returning from her daily church service. We are sitting around eating and talking and then suddenly, my mom says, “Anak, did I break the umbrella?”
We tell her “yes” and probably repeat what my brother already told her.
10 minutes go by and my mom quietly says, “So, if it doesn’t fit, it’s wrong.”
We all look at her in silence..
Then we all burst into laughter and my mom is there looking at us with this expression of “what.” And we just starting laughing even more.
“If it doesn’t fit, it’s wrong.”




