He startled me, bent over double as I was. plumbing a line along the Lilli-pilli trying to determine if those limp pink leaves were making like the hedge of my dreams. But his quip endeared him to me, as much as his ear-to-ear grin. Self-deprecating, I can get.
I can do this lower-north-shore transition, you know. I didn't live on the upper-north-shore for twenty years, without some of it wedged under my fingernails. But, I still want to be 'naughty' and wear my khaki beanie, my grey-coat, my spattered canvas high-tops, and pull my cadee.
And so I do. Pull my cadee, that is. Up to the local shops, which is an undulating 12 minutes away. No matter how I dress, my money is still the same colour, even though it is now laundered by the Department of Human Services. |
