Random acts…and the ripple effect

Last week was intense: full-time grandma duty with our 20-month-old grandson sans parents, and largely sans Hubby who was immersed in teaching a new version of a security class, which meant prep time every evening after a full day of lecturing. I know now why we had our kids when we were young!

Sunday morning we parted ways, Mini-dude home with his mother, Hubby on a plane for an out-of-town teaching gig. I spent most of the day savoring the silence and putting the house back in a semblance of order. My reward was a glass of wine around the fire pit in fire and wine 080915our backyard as the sun set. A small gathering on the neighbor’s deck past the yew row chatted under tiki torches and unintentionally shared their classic blues with me.

I’d just poured a second glass (I told you – a reward!) when a voice hollered at me from over the fence at the front of the house. Our three dogs erupted at the intrusion and spilled the wine in my lap, down my arm, all over my phone…but that was the least of the issue.

Facing me over the fence was a uniformed police officer and a firefighter in full regalia. It seems a “concerned” someone had called in about “heavy smoke” from our residence – although the paltry smoke from my diminutive fire was not remotely heavy. I assured the officers it was simply a campfire. They insisted, politely, on seeing for themselves, so I corralled the dogs and led the men into the backyard. They took one quick look, said okay, sorry, we have to check all calls, etc., etc., and they were gone.

As was the modicum of serenity I’d almost managed to attain with my uncharacteristic session around the fire.

You see, I don’t do things for myself. I do for others. To go to the trouble of clearing the lawn chairs, building a fire, changing to appropriate clothing, and pouring a glass of wine – all for me – was way beyond my normal behavior. The officers’ appearance left me feeling like a naughty teenager caught out after curfew.

A random act…of kindness? of spite? of neighborly passive-aggressive protest?…doused more than just the flames in my fire pit. It will be a long time before I can build up the nerve to do anything special for me again. And while I realize that unintended consequence is my personal issue, it doesn’t make it any less real.

And that “concerned” someone will never know.

3 responses to “Random acts…and the ripple effect”

  1. Lori Fetters Lopez Avatar
    Lori Fetters Lopez

    Posh, build the fire bigger next time and have more than a glass or two of wine. If it helps, remember the person your taking care of is your best friend Cyndi, the one you never seem to do enough for.

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  2. I agree with Lori. It’s so important to take care of yourself too. Nosey neighbors beware! Enjoy your glass of wine.


    1. Thanks, Lauren! Lori is a big part of my support staff who helps keep me sane.

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