Now any sailor worth her salt is a master of a complete repetoire of knots. I am a "boating person" who has trouble with knots. The Reef has been my life-long friend: that's one for my list. Fishing taught me the Surgeon's Knot, which is basically a Reef with a couple of extra over and unders: number two. Something I have no name for, but which ensures I will never loose my end-tackle from failed line connections makes number three. So far, so good. My fenders never fall off, so whatever I am doing there seems to be working and my vessel has never come unloosed from the dock either. All good on that score. I must confess: Yes, Judy, I did hear you when you quipped, "If you can't tie a knot, tie alot."
In my own defense, I have had remarkable success in the decorative knot department. Case in point, two lovely and often admired floor matts for our decks and long-needle tatting which is just a two-sided hitch and nothing else, over and over again. Beauty.
Last week, I died again. An Old Navy Salt completely deflated my ego when he informed me I was no sailor until I could tie a Bowline. Behind. My. Back.
Oh, give me a break.