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Kindness is Contagious

I follow the Kindness Blog and kindness really can be inspirational and contagious.

I went out late this afternoon to do some shopping in (where else?) Publix.

My favorite market.

My favorite market.

My first stop was at the Deli counter.  Ordered my regular chicken and cheese, and then, since the rotisserie chickens had just come out, I thought, “It’s been a long time since I had one of those.”  So, on the spur of the moment, I decided to ask the person behind the counter to pick one out for me and cut it into 8 pieces.  I was told that it was too hot right now, and it needed to stand for a while so that it could be cut; otherwise, it would fall apart.  OK.  I said I would come back after doing my other shopping.

The best rotisserie chicken ever!

The best rotisserie chicken ever!

Went into the produce area and as I ventured over to the fresh mushrooms, I noticed the produce clerk taking great care in moving packages of carrots around on the shelves so that the shelves and carrots, and all the packaged veggies were calling out to shoppers to “take me.”  The young clerk seemed very intent on his task, and I told him that I thought he was doing such a good job; the shelves were looking great.  He beamed and thanked me.

Beautiful whole mushrooms.

Beautiful whole mushrooms.

There was a new “fish man” behind the (you guessed it!) fish counter.  He was very obliging and even came out around and helped me pick something out from the freezer where the packaged shrimp were stored and showed me that it was the best buy – better than what I had originally decided upon.  He packaged some fresh fish with specific instructions from me, and did a fine job.  I thanked him profusely – he really took great care!  And he had a big smile.

Perfect shrimp for salad or cocktail.

Perfect shrimp for salad or cocktail.

I was almost finished with my shopping list, when I ran into an employee who I thought would be able to answer my question about how I can find out the name of the Produce Manager.  She said, “I’m the Store Manager, so I could answer any questions you may have.”  I told her about that nice clerk in Produce, and what a great job he was doing, and I always like to give credit where credit is due.  I asked if there was a form that I could complete so that it would go into his personnel file.  She said it wasn’t necessary, and that she would make note of it.  I believed her – she was a lovely person and very sincere.  All the people working there are the friendliest and most helpful people I’ve ever encountered in a market.

I finished getting all the items on my list and went to check out.

Got home, put everything away, had a light supper and got a call from daughter.  General chatting away, and I happened to ask her, “What did you have for supper tonight?”  Her answer, “Chicken.”  Guess what?


A Day in West Palm Beach FL

A last minute call to a friend, last minute call for tickets, and off we were to see a Miami City Ballet performance at the Raymond F. Kravis Center for the Performing Arts.


Kravis Center at night, courtesy Kravis dot org.

The day couldn’t be more perfect:  Sunny, no chance of rain, and temps between 75 and 80.  Parked in a great spot in the parking garage attached to the Center, and strolled over to Cheesecake Factory, one of our faves.  This restaurant is one of many in the upscale City Place area:  an area loaded with restaurants, various shopping destinations, entertainment, events, and a top-notch plaza in the middle of it all.  A great place to enjoy the paradisaical weather of South Florida.

After enjoying our delish lunch; hers, a specially-prepared egg and asparagus presentation, and mine, mini-crab-cake balls and a plate of baby Romain lettuce leaves wraps with mixture of mushrooms and chicken.  We thoroughly enjoyed every bit.  Our waitress was excellent, which always makes the dining experience all the more exquisite.

On to the ballet.  The title of the program was “Triple Threat.”  Had no idea why it was given that title, but we were about to find out, for sure.


The first part of the performance was, “Episodes.”  “The challenging twelve-tone music of Anton von Webern inspired George Balanchine, in 1959, to collaborate with Martha Graham on a project to utilize all of the composer’s orchestral music.  Graham created a soon-forgotten dramatic work about Mary, Queen of Scots.  Balanchine’s extraordinary contribution was the ballet we know as Episodes.”  (Quote from the Playbill.)

I have quoted from the Playbill above, because we were flabbergasted that this one-third of the performances was so boring to us.  The costumes were skin-tight black and white.  Very stark.  We are “seasoned” theater-goers and have years of enjoying ballet performances under our belts; however, this took us by complete surprise.  The ballet company did a fantastic job with difficult positions and actions across the stage, but not only was this performance stark and angular, but the “music” was certainly from a different universe.  Webern’s composition, masterfully produced by the accomplished musicians, was noise that sounded like squeaks, bangs, and un-godly blasts that appeared to be coming from a very sick machine.  We suffered through this, glued to our seats in disbelief!

Before the next portion of the performance, we were given a “brief pause” which was very welcomed, so that we could gather ourselves for the next onslaught, so we thought:  “Tschaikovsky Pas de Deux.”

“George Balanchine called (Tschaikovsky Pas de Deux) “a display piece, based on the music and the maximum gifts of virtuoso performers.”  This piece was brought to the stage in 1964, starring Violette Verdy and Edward Villella.  Anything connected with Edward Villella, was, in my opinion, a masterpiece waiting to happen.  Villella was a master.  Period.


It was a beautiful performance, this Pas de Deux.  But after I had to scrape my emotions up from the bottom of the barrel after the first part, it made it difficult for me to appreciate this one as much as it should have been appreciated.

After a real intermission, the lights dimmed, and we waited with anticipation for the final part of the afternoon’s performance.  “In 1995 – almost forty years after his great musical West Side Story opened on Broadway – Jerome Robbins decided to distill and reshape it into a dance work for New York City Ballet.  The result is an electrifying and moving ballet that both shadows the original and stands alone as a new original.”  (another quote from the Playbill.)


The title of this final phase was:  “West Side Story Suite.”  That title tells it all.  The company accomplished a miracle yesterday afternoon.  Standing ovations, clapping till my hands felt like they will never be fit for clapping again, and the place was wild.


A Trip to Publix (One of Many)

A few days ago, I went to Publix, our favorite supermarket.  My husband used to go there quite regularly and did all the shopping and planned our meals around what was on sale.  I used to chide him about how often he went there.  Now, I understand!  Publix’s motto is:  “Where shopping is a pleasure.”  The one nearest is only 1/4 of a mile.

One of the items I bought was a canteloupe.  BAD CHOICE.  As usual, I left it on the counter to “ripen.”  Yesterday, I cut it in half in preparation for cutting chunks.  I really was looking forward to having that for several days.  Love fruit, and started getting tired of the canned mandarin orange sections I usually have.  Don’t get me wrong – I love mandarin oranges, but it can get tiresome after a week and a half of nothing but that when I wanted fruit.

So, back to the canteloupe:  it looked OK, but I smelled it anyway – that is the real TEST!  Good thing my olfactory machinery was working up to its high standard.  Only needed half a sniff.  Wrapped it up and back it went today.

Now, all this is leading up to the real reason of today’s post.  I can get carried away sometimes.  Just ask my sister and daughter!

While at the customer service counter, returning the canteloupe, there was a woman behind me, waiting her turn.  A man happened to ask where some coupons were, and the clerk pointed over to the opposite wall where they were lined up in a promotional stand.  He thanked the clerk and went away.  The woman behind me made some remark about “some people can’t see what’s in front of them.”  She was having a negative day, alright.

Well, I turned to her and chatted up about everybody has days where they can’t see what’s in front of them.  I said, “Haven’t you ever opened up your refrigerator and couldn’t find what it was you were looking for, and then, all of a sudden, you could kick yourself because it was there right in front of your nose?”  She forced herself to agree with me.  Then I told her about an incident when my husband was complaining that he couldn’t find his glasses, and I heard him going from room to room.  Finally, he came into the kitchen where I was, and I looked at him and burst out laughing.  He was wearing them!  Well, I made the woman smile.

And you know what?  My whole attitude changed.  No more being annoyed about the canteloupe and having to make the extra trip to Publix.  I had a few more things to buy in the store (more fruit), and everywhere I went, I was smiling and chatting up with people.  It felt great.