Living intimately long-term with someone can be a wonderful experience, and at times it can be a bit strange.
Señora and I were stripping the sheets from the bed in preparation of laundering them. We had completed the task of removing the bed sheets, and I was standing next to the bed momentarily still. The mental gears were actually churning, and I was forming a question in my mind, “When was the last time we washed the mattress pad?” Before I could utter the inquiry she said to me, “Do you think we need to wash the mattress pad?”
Now, Señora is very intuitive when it comes to people. The mattress pad was not particularly dirty; it had just been a while. Perhaps I was staring a bit at the pad, and she picked up on that. At the time it very much felt like she had read my mind.
This is not an uncommon occurrence for us, but it does seem that most of the time it is her picking up on what I was about to say or do.
Whatever it was and is, it is still spooky!
John Carter had the capability of preventing the Martians from reading his mind. Perhaps I should have a conversation with him about his method.
And so it goes.