Weather was great. Sunny, though it snowed for about 30 minutes early in the afternoon! Snow on the ocean just doesn't seem right: it never accumulates...at least not on the ocean parts I frequent. No high seas, just a little motion. Mostly calm; I was astounded when Curt, a former Marine, commented that he felt a bit queasy and couldn't even look at the ocean! Bless whichever genetic ancestor bequeathed me a sea-worhty stomach! Or maybe it's an inner ear thing, who knows! Of course Mom would, but she's no longer available, though she's here is spirit.
Lest you conclude I'm being maudlin: I sat down at Knit and Natter (Brit-speak for Stitch and Bitch) and introduced myself to Nancy, the only other woman there, as we were early. Light discussions of residence and profession indicated we each knew quite a bit about North Carolina geography. I asked if her last name was King, she said no but Nancy King was her best friend. I erupted like Moana Loa - the one at the Albermarle? Nancy just stared. When I announced, "I'm Kaye Mayer's daughter!" We hugged, then shared stories of Nancy, Madison (her snippy Daschound) and Mom! Small, small world!
Furthering that claim, the woman sitting next to me is from Nova Scotia, very near Sydney and bought her wool at a shop in Kennebunkport!!
Then, the piece de resistance! In the middle of a story, a man knelt down, leaned over my should and greeted me. He looked kind of familiar, but no instant recognition. "You really don't remember? It's only been a couple of years. It's John." Synapses closed and I sort of recognized the guy from 2014 who was traveling with his father, then went off exploring over Europe who had emailed a couple of times. How in the Hell do these people remember me????!!! I am so ordinary, but not as disappear-in-the-crowd as I think.
As much as I am flattered these folks recall me, I am still staggered that Hank stopped to say Hey on his way to some where this morning. I have no idea why he impresses me so, but it is what it is.
Liam enthralled me as I watched him teach fencing this morning. I could listen to that Scots burr for hours. I was be used when I appraoched him after class to ask about fencing's rules and he wondered which class I wanted to join! What a humorist!!! I am intrigued with this sport, I had no idea it was so rigidly controlled. There's an enormous chasm between fencing and sword fighting. There's so much to learn in the world. How could anyone ever be bored???
The lady from Germany shared her Mini Mundo Bag with me. I want to make several when I get home. In vayring sizes as gifts! 
Also, I learned about Twiddle Muffs - creations knitted for brain-affected patients that allow them to feel textures. Both patterns can be found online, I've been assured.
I discovered a fabulously tart cocktail at the Commodore Club - the Sydney Apple...like a Long Island Iced Tea, it's a mix of liquors and apple liquer. Yum!! Sergei makes a really good drink. 
At dinner Robin from NYC and Scottsdale joined us. She looks like an older Lauren Bacall. Also, Alan Acosta, one of Tim's ship enthusiast cronies may be joining us for dinner.
And, embarrassing moment: I was so busy chatting and visiting that I missed UK immigration today. Turned out Robin did as well and Alan only made it by happenstance! I got a tightly British "reminder" not to ignore this important aspect of international travel. Sigh😦😦 Sometimes I make myself crazy!!!!
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