Our lesson started as expected with a hug and casual conversation. It is always a wonderful beginning and I love the whole hour. I learn more about Cristina each week and she makes me laugh and think about my own life.
We now communicate outside of our formal library time. Our phones aren’t just to call each other if we’re running late. We’re starting to text each other in between sessions. She is on ‘Whats Up?’ but I am not, so she may text me an update about her week. I am on Instagram and she is not, so i may send her an example of my daily photo challenge.
This challenge was “humor” I explain. I think I’m a riot. My family at home just thinks I’m crazy! Cristina mentioned that she had loved it.
I told her I thought it would have been better if my construction peeps had “built a breakfast” instead. I showed her the other photo I’d since taken:
She laughed. But it’s how she laughs. She seems to appreciate my humor and not be bothered by it. She gets me.
She asked about my husband’s reaction to my antics? I told her he is not a fan. I can be a talkative morning person and he just wants his coffee. I added, when I have “creative moments” he fears having to care for an insane spouse in our older years. Cristina had already formed her own opinion when she asked the question. “I think he is really smiling inside and loves the fact that you are so crazy.” It was such a genuine comment. It made me laugh but I wanted to cry.
My entries may sometimes seem disjointed. I cannot always remember how we move from one topic to the next:
At some point during our evening, I referred back to our prior week. Cristina had told me she liked Indian music. I asked her if sitting Indian-style translated in Spanish? Evidently not, so I sat on the floor with my peaceful demonstration. Cristina laughed out loud saying she sits like that all the time.
She also mentioned how much she moves around in her seat. I told her I was the same way. I even admitted to bending my left leg when I drive. I pulled my leg up to the study table and imitated myself driving.
I was glad we had reserved the room because we both belly-laughed out loud. Evidently, She does it too!
I told her we both “fidget” and then realized it didnt really translate. I wrote it down. We laughed at our similarities and the sound of the term. I told her we were both ‘fidgeters’ but wasn’t even sure it was an actual word.
Actually, the theme of our lesson was questions. Cristina is supposed to do most of the talking. She also likes to be sure she forms questions properly. I’d written down:
Who, what, where, when, why, how, which.
She’d been asking questions. She could ask any question she wanted and I would try to answer. She had to go through the list twice.
It had been fun and then it got under-handed.
I realized Cristina was cheating.
She started asking questions she already knew the answer:
Who made your bed this morning? She smiled as I answered, “nobody”.
Who made dinner last night? “My husband”.
I was learning more about her sense of humor too. I added a new word and asked the final question:
WHOSE lesson is over?