Like another blogger, I have a supermarket story. I was wandering down the confectionary aisle the other day, trying not to buy chocolate, when I saw a young woman coming towards me wearing nothing but a pair of dark purple pajamas. I was shocked. Then I was amused at how shocked I was. Upbringing, you know. Not even a dressing-gown. Bare feet, no slippers.
When I got to the checkout I mentioned the incident, and again had my comfort zone cage rattled, for she simply replied "oh we get that all the time. Once my brother came in in just a towel. At least it's better than that!"
I feel so old sometimes. Especially when I hear my parents' voices echo in my head when I have the impulse to say "What's the world coming to?"
First global warming (twice as bad as previously thought) and now this!
I must counter this creeping conservatism in myself. Perhaps I could do a tandem para-glide.
I haven't even been camping for years. Well, I did drive down to Dunedin and back last month.
Or I could phone that woman back again about that teaching post in Brazil...
Katherine,
ReplyDeleteGo camping! My wife and I went camping twice this summer (the first time in some years) and loved it. Being outdoors all day, in nature's forgiving embrace does the global-warming wearied soul a world of good.