I’ve noticed something a bit upsetting about myself lately. I’m a liar.
This morning, Guadalupe was here cleaning the house. Lately we have been chatting for a few minutes here and there. I told her my son Adam and his wife Martha were coming to visit tomorrow and she said I must be very happy and we went back and forth like that for a little bit. We’d bought some beautiful gladiolas Sunday at the flower market on our way back from the Open Malecon rally and Guadalupe asked me if my son sent them. I said yes! Why did I do that?
Then this afternoon, Paul had a dentist appointment. Since we had to buy a bunch of heavy things at Sam’s Club, I decided to tag along with him and then we’d shop together after. (Get it? Otherwise I’d have to lug all the heavy stuff…) So I took out my knitting and proceeded to wait. A woman came in a bit early for her appointment and sat down.
We exchanged a few pleasantries and then got into the knitty-gritty of our families, what I was knitting, etc. I did pretty well, and she helped me with a few new words (daughter-in-law is nuera) and told me about her son and the lingerie store he manages. But for some reason when she asked me if it was my first grandchild I said yes! And that’s a lie! Why did I do that?
I think something happens to me when I’m speaking Spanish where I start to nod agreement before I have fully processed what the person said. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a liar.
(with apologies to The Castaways)