Across the Pond

I met Jennie shortly after I started blogging. She left a comment on one of my early posts and from there we exchanged emails and blog comments.  Now I see her on Twitter pretty regularly.

But, what with her being in Scotland and I in the United States, grabbing a beverage wasn’t always an option.  Until, by chance, we both happened to have plans to be in New York.

I ended up rising at the unholy hour of 6:30 a.m. EDT (5:30 CDT and really, it was only just after the time change which meant my body said it was 4:30 a.m.) and hauling from Harlem out to a tiny little diner in Queens. The waitress was Marie (pronounced Muh-rie—in true Queens dialect) and she was just fascinated by the knitting I was doing while waiting. As a whole the other patrons watched as we giggled our way through brunch.  I hope we get to do it again soon.
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