The kindess of the community

We're displaced. It is official. They haven't even started the restoration work on our home and because of that, today is our three week anniversary of hotel living. I've decided to look on the positive side of things... We have someone who makes our bed and cleans our house. We have underground, heated parking in the middle of winter! We have a breakfast buffet every morning!
And every night, we get to dine in one of the fabulous restaurants that Hartford has to offer. Now, we're staying above a bar/comedy club - and we haven't ventured in there even once. About twenty steps away from our front door is the front door of this great restaurant that we've always loved, called Dish.
I must say, over the last three weeks, these guys have really risen to the occasion.. They have gone out of their way to make this time in our life a little easier.. Our favorite waiter - Gary, the night managers - Audrey and Doreen.. They really have gone above and beyond to make our life a little better, a little easier, a little gentler.
And they've done it simply by greeting us, making us feel like a part of their restaurant family - always asking how the house is coming along. Not only do we get great food and exceptional service - we get a personal touch that makes us feel, well, a little bit more "normalized".
Thanks to the entire Dish family for making this time in our life a little bit easier.

Desserts are twice as sweet as the desert. ;)

It has been a week. I can't lie. Last night, I'd already put over 60 hours into work - all of which we were in the office. I came home, we went to our favorite sushi restaurant, and were back in the hotel room (current home) by 6:30. I'll admit, I had nothing left in me. It was all done. A few hours later - M decided to run downstairs to the restaurant next door to our hotel. We love this place. We go at least once a week (two or three times a week now that we're living in a hotel).. The day manager is a great friend of ours, and the night manager is fast becoming a friend.
She knows about all the things that are going on with the house, and how hard it is to be out of our home..
Apparently, she was there last night when M popped in for a dessert to go. He ordered. She returned with a bag that weighed 6 lbs.
He brought it upstairs.
We opened the bag like kids on Christmas morning.
She'd put one of every dessert in that bag. We're loaded up with sugar for at least two weeks. I had to freeze several of them so they wouldn't go bad..
Desserts. They are twice as sweet as deserts. ;)
What did you do today?

I didn't hurt the plumber

I have to admit, today it might be difficult to come up with a good random act of kindness.. I had to stretch a bit. Our hot water heater decided to leak (starting the first day of our vacation in maui).. Over the last three weeks, I've been managing multiple insurance companies, building managers, association managers, security officers, water remediation teams, electricians, plumbers and my growing impatience. We're now at week three of not hot water in the house, and we're living in a hotel room. Life, it seems, is not very fair right now.

Yesterday, the approved reconstructionist was supposed to come to our house to make his appraisal. He couldn't get down our street because the city hadn't plowed. So he rescheduled for Tuesday of next week. After a bried phone call, where I explained that Tuesday of next week wouldn't work, but that today would, he promised to show up.

He was scheduled to be here between 8 - 830.. We woke up at the hotel, took showers (thank goodness for hot water) and trooped the four blocks home in minus 2 temps.. Arrived at the house at 745 to find that the water main had burst on our street - flooding our storage units..

Guess when he showed up? 9:48.

Yup.

9:48

And he walked into our light beige carpeted living room and over our wood floors and into our beige carpeted hallway to assess the damage, all while dragging snow and ice melt and other assorted black things through our house. With an "oops - I'm outta my booties", as he continued to melt onto the carpet, he stepped into the destructo bathroom.

10 minutes later he was gone - with promised to fax over his estimate today.

I didn't kill him. Or swear at him. Or kick him. Or even make mention of it.

And as soon as he walked out the door, without a word,  my amazing partner got out the resolve and he started to clean the carpets.

Now, if that isn't the best most random act of kindness to that plumber, I don't know what is.

xo

Hawaii and kindness

We spent two weeks in Hawaii, just returning to the frigid northeast..

While we were there, it was beyond evident to me that the lifestyle of the islands simply lends itself to all sorts of random acts of kindness. People said hello to us on the street (and not just the howlies).. We had great service everywhere we went (even outside, and I mean WELL outside the tourist zone). Peopple were friendly and happy and kind to each other. Even the homeless people were friendlier than they are in New York.

I kept catching myself thinking - why are people so much happier here???

I wonder - is it because people are nicer to each other and it has spread and grown? I watched people hold doors, pick up packages for each other - and hell, who couldn't love being greeted with a flower necklace.

Is there something we can learn from a culture on an island that is not just kind and good and calm - but filled with so many random acts of kindness that it was hard to call out one or two - because it was simply a way of life..

What did you do today?