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Two unrelated experiences with elders since i got back to Mtl:

1. Yesterday i took a sunny walk to the grocery store at the end of block to buy eggs and rice cakes and tomatoes. It was an epic self brunch kind of afternoon. As I walked I stretched and did some leg lift exercises. Better out in the fresh air than inside. I was feeling good, happy that my leg didn’t feel too bad, that I was just strollin along without thinking about pain. As I raised my head from a particularly luxurious bend over stretch an oldish lady said, what’s wrong? Is it your back? I said no I’m just doing some exercises for my knee. Smiling. Not feeling annoyed yet. Then she reprimanded me for not taking a cane. Yes friends, she yelled at me: il faut prendre ta canne! Ta canne! And demonstrated what she meant by charade showing me an air cane. Then I went and bought groceries.

2. As I was coming out of Beaubien metro today on my way to a scooter rental place, with the hopes of driving one home, you know i don’t like to wait, an 80 something lady asked if she could help me as I heaved my bag over my shoulder after getting off the escalator. It was a long commute and one that I undertook planning to do one way, and with the promise of not walking much the next few days. I knew it would fuck my knee up. I said no thanks I’m ok. Then we struck up a conversation. She noticed I was an anglophone (speaking french) and asked where i was from, said i had a beautiful accent, to which i responded, that’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to me! She asked my what i ‘had’ and then we talked arthritis, anti-inflammatories and age non-expected body types, she expressed that she knew something wasn’t ‘normal’ when she saw such a young girl with a cane. I told her perhaps it was not normal for many but its very normal for me. She said i had a beautiful smile, and she supposed i couldn’t work given my ‘maladie’. So nice and sweet and discriminatory at the same time:/ She hugged me and said, tu es courageuse! (You’re courageous!) I said thank you and take care. We walked our separate ways. Slowly. With our canes. A normal interaction for an abnormal reason.

Realizing you can’t really listen to music on the skytrain in Vancouver because someone’s always going to talk about the weather or how you’re doing or winning the jackpot as the ticket dispensing machine spits out your change. Friendly older folks dig ma scoot.