Picture This / Imagínate Esto

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SAN GERALDO REFUSES to perform a video reenactment with me. So, I’m going to have to ask you to: Picture this.

When we left Mesón Salvador the other day, San Geraldo walked out first and left me behind to pay. This is the routine. He waits on the street. I usually take longer than he’d like because I end up having numerous conversations on my way out the door. This day, however, I paid, waved, and left.

An Important Note:
San Geraldo wears large, wrap-around sunglasses.

San Geraldo waited at the crosswalk out front, with his back to the restaurant. I quickly reached him and walked at his right side as we crossed the street together.

Once across, San Geraldo turned around and stood facing the restaurant. I then realized he had no idea I was next to him. Anyway, once he turned around, I was no longer next to him but directly behind him. I stared at the back of his head for a moment. Nothing.

I stepped up to his right side again and looked back across the street with him. [Aren’t I adorable?] He still didn’t notice me and he looked perplexed. ‘What is taking him so long?’ I could tell he was thinking.

I stepped in front of him and looked right into his eyes.

“How did you get here?!?” he sputtered.

I explained.

I don’t know why he won’t reenact it.


SAN GERALDO SE niega a realizar una recreación de video conmigo. Entonces, voy a tener que pedirte que: Imagina esto.

Cuando salimos de Mesón Salvador el otro día, San Geraldo salió primero y me dejó para pagar. Esta es la rutina. El espera en la calle. Generalmente tomo más tiempo de lo que le gusta porque tengo muchas conversaciones en mi camino hacia la puerta. Este día, sin embargo, pagué, saludé y me fui.

Una Nota Importante:
San Geraldo usa gafas de sol muy grandes y envolventes.

San Geraldo esperaba en el cruce de peatones, de espaldas al restaurante. Rápidamente lo alcancé y caminé a su lado derecho mientras cruzábamos la calle juntos.

Una vez al otro lado, San Geraldo se dio la vuelta y se quedó mirando al restaurante. Entonces me di cuenta de que él no tenía idea de que yo estaba a su lado. De todos modos, una vez que se dio la vuelta, ya no estaba junto a él sino directamente detrás de él. Me quedé mirando la parte de atrás de su cabeza por un momento. Nada.

Me acerqué a su lado de nuevo y miré hacia atrás al otro lado de la calle. [¿No soy adorable?] Todavía él no me notaba y se veía perplejo. Yo podría decir que él estaba pensando, ‘¿Qué le está demorando tanto?’

Me puse delante de él y lo miré a los ojos.

“¿¡¿Cómo has llegado hasta aquí?!?” farfulló.


No sé por qué no lo promulgará.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

30 thoughts on “Picture This / Imagínate Esto”

    1. Ron,
      Jerry’s eyes are so light in color they have almost no pigment, which makes him really sun-sensitive. He got these sunglasses online and loves them… even if they do make him even more oblivious.

  1. I don’t know why he didn’t punch you in the face! Just kidding. You should’ve told him that you used a transporter 🙂

  2. OMG, that is so Carlos! I don’t know how many times he’s turned around to look for me when I was right beside him, and then he turns back and says,”Oh! There you are!”

  3. We don’t move at the same speed, J has a collection of pictures of my walking away.

    1. David,
      Jerry used to always walk fast and ahead. The first time his sister visited us in Boston, she called out “Hey, Jerry, do you me to walk ahead so you can walk with Mitchell for a while?”

  4. Mitchell, I hate to be a party pooper here–but it may be time to be worrying a bit about SG. Perceptual problems of this type are one sign of dementia (as I have learned in the process of adapting to my DH’s dementia). If this type of thing recurs, try to persuade him to see a neurologist. I’m not kidding.

    And, BTW, those are exactly the sunglasses I wear (they wrap over my regular specs very well).

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