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)