“Are you pulling my elbow?”
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“Are you pulling my elbow?” That was what San Geraldo asked me this morning at sunrise when I told him a story about someone we could see on the beach. I don’t even remember what the story was. And it doesn’t matter anyway. It wasn’t actually true. I was simply having fun with the chronically gullible San Geraldo. He believes just about everything I tell him (except the truth — for a reminder of the lesson on cathouses, click here).
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“No, I’m not pulling your elbow,” I responded. “But I am pulling your leg.”
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“Oh,” he said. “What does pulling your elbow mean?”
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“I have no idea,” was my response. “I’ve heard of twisting someone’s arm, but that’s something entirely different.”
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I added, “Although, pulling your own elbow would hurt.”
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“This is going to be a blog post, isn’t it…” he muttered.
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Oh, there’s just no putting anything over on San Geraldo.
Looking at that sky
I realise that me and chris need a sunshine holiday again
The sky turned to glorious clear blue once the sun came up. Same again today. Lots of people on the beach. All waiting for you.
We SO have to get up just before sunrise to try to get beautiful shots like these, Mitch!! WOW!
I am beginning to realize that San Geraldo and myself would be lost in each other's conversations!! I've been told,and willingly admit, that I can be pretty gullible at the best of times. we are a special breed I say!
When we first moved in, I rolled down the shade at night so the sun wouldn't wake me in the morning. But, after seeing a couple of sunrises, I decided to leave the shade up. Can't stand to miss one of these. San Geraldo (the Gullible) simply calls me "The New Yorker."
In Bill's family it's "pulling on someone's finger"… not the saying, but actually the physical act. Don't even ask unless you want to hear flatulence at it's worse. So… I'd go for pulling on your elbow… or even your leg…. Aside from all that, the sunrise is beautiful!
Sharon:
I had never witnessed the pulling the "pulling the finger" until watching "Roseanne" on TV one time. Grandpa came for a visit and it was the first thing he did. I had no idea what he was talking about!
It's amazing you can write anything with such remarkable scenery— at your elbow.
Stephen:
It's not as easy to do on days when someone's pulling on it.
Pull-itzer Prize, anyone? What exactly is an "itzer"?
If I were you I'd give San G a drink and then put a dust sheet over him for an hour or two until he calms down…
Ian:
Only an hour or two?
I looked it up: Itzer is a town in Midelt Province, Meknès-Tafilalet, Morocco.
Beautiful images…hope your day is beautiful as well.
Frank:
Well… the day didn't go quite as I might have hoped. But it did at least end well. I'll be writing about it soon… I hope!
🙂 I love this sort of thing.
No pulling of the elbow. But every now and then, you absolutely must yank his chain. (Keeps 'em on their toes.)
Pearl
Pearl:
It really is so entertaining (for me)…
Jerry is one smart cookie!!
Ron:
Nothing gets passed him…
I remember a German speaker saying "More power to your elbow" when I assume what he meant was "More power to your arm"…… or was it "Chance your arm"?……oh, what the hell!
But trying to use and master idioms in a language other than one's own mother tongue is such a risky business anyway. I've come a cropper several times and now my self-imposed advice is "Stay well clear. Dont even THINK about trying it!"
Raybeard:
And this was in English (well, American English), supposedly San Geraldo's mother tongue. Imagine the trouble he gets into in Spanish.
Contrary to the previous commentator, I risk every chance I get,
and if I've made a mistake, I'm always willing to apologize…
After all, English is not even my mother tongue!!!
I've forgotten most of my German but oddly enough,
seem to remember the syntax….
I don't speak Italian but can "fake" it!!
:D~
HUGZ
I used to be better able to speak fake Italian and even a few phrases in fake German, fake Norwegian, and fake Dutch. But I also jump right in no matter the language and take my chances… and apologize later.
I know many are nervous speaking another language, but I care not,
because if someone finds fault with my English, I answer them: "How's your French?!?"… That usually shut them up right away, though, I've been occasionally nicely surprised… Some do fairly well!!
:D~
HUGZ
Ticklebear:
LOL! I had forgotten. I also spoke a decent fake French! I studied it in 4th and 5th grade. If you asked, I could probably recite from memory the conversation from the "vinyl record" we had to listen to in class. It wouldn't be impressive.
Beautiful photos!
HK:
Thanks. I have so many more. Every morning is amazing!