1/ Yesterday I went shopping in #yeg for a modest set of adjustable dumbbells. I was checking second hand stores, pawn shops.
No luck - but then I spotted a liquidation store that advertised itself as having sporting goods.
They had what I was looking for at a reasonable price.
2/ There was another customer looking for the same thing. The sales clerk came over, chatted us up, offered a further discount if we both bought.
It wasn't the perfect model, but fine for home exercise during COVID-19 restrictions.
While the other customer and I were talking
3/ it over, a woman came in to the shop. She was a senior, struggling a bit with a walker in the rain. She was there to pawn something.
Our clerk explained to her that this was no longer a pawn shop. Then he asked if he could do anything else for her.
She hardly looked at him.
4/ She turned around, muttering "not unless I can get some money" and headed for the door.
Our chipper young sales clerk - a wiry small energetic man - moved toward her. It looked like he was going to help her with the door.
But as he moved, his had went into his pocket and
5/ brought out a $20 bill. He quietly pressed it into her hand.
She looked shocked. "I'll pay you back," she said. "When I get some money, I'll be back."
"No need," he said. Then helped her out and went back behind the counter.
A simple act of kindness to someone in distress.
6/ Part of what many of us miss during our pandemic is seeing these small moments of grace in our community - because we are out less. I don't even carry cash because I use debit for my groceries and I don't really go anywhere else - the coffee shops where I usually use cash.
7/ Now, I don't know if this generosity on the part of the clerk is his usual behaviour, or if he is observing Ramadan and is particularly aware of being charitable, but he took a moment to be respectful and kind to someone who needed it.
When we are all stressed, the small
7/ gestures are magnified.
Yes, I bought the dumbbells. I didn't know what I needed more was to see that moment.
And now the dumbbells will remind me to exercise generosity.
1/ A Short Thread About Civility and Calling Politicians Liars.
Nice people are sometimes uncomfortable that I call some politicians "liar". And I don't apologize for it.
But I don't call every politician "liar". Only the ones who deliberately tell provable lies and do so
2/ repeatedly. A lie is different from an accidental misstatement. For example, when @michaelaglasgo lied about her church's carbon tax, it could have been a genuine mistake. But she doubled down by telling other lies. And has since been caught in more.
1/ This Stasi-level behaviour should be national #cdnpoli news. First, background:
In the middle of a pandemic, @shandro and @UCPCaucus have torn up the contract with AMA, deny bargaining rights and issue orders through bulletins that limit MD billings.
2/ While Shandro and UCP propagandists like @SteveBuick2@tarajago@MattWolfAB insist MDs aren't leaving, the docs are posting goodbye notices and pictures of their moving vans.
Then they decide to attack health care laundry workers who are on the govt payroll. Plan to fire them
3/ all and contract private companies. Their financial projections don't make sense - besides, we already had the dishonesty of the Klein govt, whose claims of overspending on health care wete proven completely bogus - and then Klein ordered a coverup.
(see "Shredding the Public
1/ A ring that went missing years ago was found by my sweetie this week.
We bought matching ones in Toronto in 1994, when the fight for equality and dignity was being met with hostility and ignorance and fear, much of it fed by the likes of @jkenney. #abpoli#ableg#cdnpoli
2/ Peter Evans was one of Canada's first openly documented HIV/AIDS cases - he died in 1984. Peter had been ahead of me at Ridgemont High - he embodied a Tommy Tune Broadway musical style. I didn't know he was gay - I just envied his talent. I watched his public death with a
3/ sense of great loss. Grief and awe.
In 1994, working in Toronto, I lived a few blocks away from the Cawthra Park memorial. Peter's wasn't the only name I knew - the list was growing.
Edmonton sculptor Patrick Morin - home from the hospital to celebrate 33. Emaciated and
Recently a tweep expressed the opinion that I did not have an open mind about a political party. This pronouncement was based on a tweet where I made it clear I could no longer trust a particular politician who had been caught lying. A politician I
2/ had originally defended - and then I was given corroborated evidence that he had lied.
So I no longer trust anything he says. That's not a closed mind - it's recognizing the need for discernment when dealing with someone proven to be dishonest.
3/ I live in an inner city zone that was ravaged by crystal meth. For a period, meth addicts were seen nightly in the alleys doing drugs and exhibiting subsequent behaviours: flailing around, yelling, harming themselves and others.
2/ Disclosure: I am not in healthcare, although I have worked for a Canada Research Chair in healthcare .
I did 14 years of postsecondary education. Not only does that mean considerable debt, but also lost earning years. I spent most of my career as a self-employed contractor.
3/ During much of my career I had enough overhead (offices, employees) that my own take-home was under the poverty line.
I now make a reasonable living, but still with zero security. Which means I should be saving more. If I had the net income to save.
1/ Why would a Premier refuse to fire a speechwriter found to have expressed racist views?
#abpoli wants to know. Certainly @abndpcaucus does. But if they stop and think about who the speechwriter is, what his earlier career was, they might come to some conclusions themselves.
2/ A Premier who has swiftly plummeted in popularity and has as many skeletons in mom's basement as @jkenney doesn't want to offend his base.
But let's be clear: we have an imported Premier who fairly recently identified as an Ontario Conservative. He has stocked his staff with
3/ peculiarly unqualified and incompetent communications people, several from other provinces. And they really don't seem to know, or care to know, anything about Albertans.
But there's the speechwriter. And he's been here a long time. Not only that: he was part of the Byfield