Raspberry Friday: Random Acts of Kindness

The trees have denuded themselves enough around here to lead me to believe that it could snow any day now. This observation prompted me to start planning some winterization chores for this weekend; but instead I got desperate to overcome a couple weeks worth of stagnancy from being sick. I have been either penned up too long for that time at home, or when I did go out it was only to do a string of 11 hour days for the past week, which seemed more exhausting than usual. This stretch of days of prolonged indoor time, and my absence, was making a strain for Ella as well.

Monkeying around on the leaning elm
 at Buena Vista Park.

We're both suffering the consequences of my idleness and illness induced lethargy. My joints are stiffer and my pants are fitting more snug; Ella is still hauling around, and adding to, her fat from last winter.

So, we did ourselves a favour, and took a long morning walk yesterday to Broadway and back, for the fresh air and exercise, and to tame down some of her boredom and restlessness. I must say that it's nice to be able to fully and freely breathe and move again.
One nice thing about touring Broadway with the dog is that many of the shops around there are pet-friendly: when we visit, most of the proprietors are happy to see Ella and spoil her with treats. She knows exactly where these shops are, and she knows who is most obliging to giving her some form of munchies. Our long absence of living around there has dulled neither her memory, nor her intimate knowledge at all of these shops and people in the neighbourhood. These trips make her happy; walking my dog and her sharing her happiness for those who want to greet and pet her I suppose is one of my random acts of kindness.

At the door of McQuarrie's Teas & Coffees -
"Hurry up and open, damn it! I needs my jerky!"

I won't pretend to know exactly what thoughts fly around in her little brain on excursions like these, but I would guess that for her it's probably something akin to winning a jackpot at Las Vegas.

Ella wasn't the only one who scored that day. I also was treated to a random act of kindness from some stranger. It was a bit strange. It happened after our walk, after I conceded to doing some recycling and purging of stuff before doing anything else involving winter prep. I hauled out and traded in some books, cycling with loaded packs of them to my favourite used bookshop; adding considerably to my redeemable store credit. I suspect that the act may have been from the woman who was locking her bike to the rack at the time when I first arrived there. She was in her early fifties*; quite athletic-looking and well-kempt. She seemed well-educated, yet humble. We exchanged good mornings and started a conversation about our appreciation for the fact that it was still agreeable and decent cycling weather, and that the snow hasn't arrived yet. Somehow, the topic smoothly switched to cross-country skiing; both of us learning that the respective other was equally a novice at it. We were complete strangers to each other, but the different thing about this encounter was that I took the initiative of speaking with this person as if I knew her all my life; I don't know why. The whole chat was no more than two minutes long. She hurried off to do some shopping in a non-dismissive manner, and I went along my way to do my business. I returned to my bike a half hour later. Hers was gone, but I found a pint container of fresh raspberries that came from the neighbouring Safeway, propped on top of my bike seat. There was no note or anything. I looked around for her, or for other onlookers/witnesses to question, or for other clues in the parking lot, to gather if it indeed was this anonymous stranger who was the donor, but there wasn't anyone or anything else conspicuous around for a correct conclusion. I could only assume.

Tuning myself into writing this story was just as random and reasonless as the act that prompted it. It certainly isn't a real epic or profound one. I think I only troubled myself to write it because I realize just how much more likely I am to regularly encounter and witness random acts of idiocy/craziness from anonymous strangers in public than I am in seeing anything else comparable to this raspberry treat incident. This gesture, as odd and small as it was, put a smile on my face for the rest of the day, and gave me a little more peace of mind. The raspberries were enjoyed with some yogurt and honey, and with a lingering hope that I might meet this person again, or another like her. Unfortunately though, I'm already beginning to forget the finer details of what she looked like.

Selfless and random acts of kindness toward strangers shouldn't have to be epic or profound. Sadly, most of us are standing around like we are waiting for some reason or license to perform them, or get caught up in analyzing: foolishly hoping and dwelling, about what sort of credit we should be ultimately owed for doing such things. It's too bad that more people don't give themselves equal license or attention into inhibiting themselves from doing selfish and random acts of idiocy/craziness.

* - My stupid bloody hair colour always garners me more attention from older women than from ones who (I think) are more age appropriate for me. Thanks a lot . . . stupid chromosome number four.