Now That Would Be Odd :-) :-)

So I live 15 miles from the beach, North Topsail Island to be exact, I'm on the beach often. Often may be an understatement, I love to be able to, whenever I want, stand on the beach looking at the water with sand between my toes. My sister claims this is in our genetic makeup, it's almost a need to " feel " the ocean. My Grandmother lived about 5 miles from Rehoboth Beach in Delaware, every morning of her life she went to the waters edge to look at the ocean, as if to make sure it was still there. It never disappoints me, the sheer enormity of it, the force, the sight, the smell, the sound, I am always in complete awe of the ocean. There were times when I was married that I hadn't been to the ocean for far to long and then when I got there it would bring me to tears, like seeing a well loved, deeply missed old friend. So when I got divorced, after a lifetime of marriage, I was lost as to what to do. I had the need for comfort that no one could give. I had to find faith, so I went to the constant love in my life from birth, the ocean. I moved to the beach. I had fallen in love with this area while vacationing here while I was married, but it wasn't a " family vacation spot " it wasn't full of family memories. We vacationed here a few times in the latter years of our marriage so it didn't have that stigma attached to it.
I walk Liberty on the beach we have our routine, we park and walk in the water so she can swim on our way to the point, where the fisherman are. Then on the way back we walk up high closer to the dunes so she can dry off before she gets in the car. During the summer months I walk her in the late afternoon, early evening when it's not as hot. This time of year I can walk her whenever we feel the urge because the weather is beautiful. You would think with all that walking she would be better on a leash, but no she's Liberty, she pulls me like she's a sled dog.
So apparently sometime this summer while I was walking with Liberty on the beach, 15 miles from my house, my ex husband and his new fam were vacationing here at the beach, 15 miles from my house, while Liberty and I were walking. Apparently he saw me walking on the beach, 15 miles from my house. I know that he saw me because he made a comment to one of my children he said, that he was on vacation on North Topsail Island and said you will never guess who I saw. Well I may be bragging but I believe my kids are very smart so I think once they heard that question AFTER the statement of where he vacationed- they just might be able to guess who he saw on the beach, 15 miles from my house. So he said " I saw your mother, don't you think that's odd? " Now let me clarify, he knows where I live, he also knows my love for the beach. And since we had, when we were together, vacationed at the exact place he stayed with the new fam, and he knew I loved it, hmmm he thinks it's odd that he saw me...hmmm let me think on that, he is vacationing, with the new fam, at the exact same place we vacationed at, and the thing that strikes him as odd is the fact that he saw me walking on the beach that is 15 miles from where I live. I don't get it, call me dumb, call me thick, or just call me Rita.
But ya know what would be odd?
If he saw me on vacation, wearing a bathing suit, walking my dog in his neighborhood in upstate New York- now that would be odd:-):-):-)