9 posts categorized "Sharon"

17 December 2013

Smooch

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I miss you every.single.day.

Sharon Jean / June 15, 1960 - December 17, 2010

 

17 December 2012

A story

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Once upon a time there were four sisters; from l-to-r, twins Sharon & Karen, the baby Ann, and the best big sister in the whole wide world, Vicki. (Heh.) On occasion they'd all be in the same place at the same time and someone would suggest taking pictures!

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One of the sisters (Sharon) never liked picture-taking time very much, and this time began to grump and complain about Karen being too close and touching her.

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Vicki & Ann gave a demonstration on appropriate behavior and how to sit next to each other without touching.

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Ann continued by giving an example of inappropriate and in-your-face behavior.

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Sharon responded in typical Sharon fashion, grabbing Karen's boob! "I've got your touching right here!"

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Vicki exclaimed, "OMG! Really? You really DID that?"

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Then their mom came and sat down in the middle and everyone was on their best behavior for the rest of the day.

The end.

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We all sure had some good times together.

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Remembering my sister Sharon today -- June 15, 1960-December 17, 2010 -- and missing her always.

 

17 December 2011

I miss you...

For a person who so often, it seemed, took on and carried the weight of the world, she was surprisingly light on her feet.

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I miss the fun and the laughter and the wry sense of humor. I can't believe it's been a year. And I miss her so much, I'm not sure my heart will ever be healed.

I think of her everyday and am inspired.

 

15 June 2011

One of those days

A few years ago, having cried myself across 2/3 of the country after dropping Katie off at college in Northern California, I found myself within an hour of my Northeast Wisconsin home, still crying, but thinking about Ali and Maddy, whom I hadn't seen in over a week, and that, even though I was (or was not) emotionally dealing with the Katie situation, I had to pull myself together so my girls would know how happy I was to see them!

Not before pulling over in the industrial park in Beaver Dam for one last cry to get it all out.

It's kind of how I'm feeling today... last night... yesterday; it's one (or a couple/few) of "those days." Truthfully, the whole week could easily go to hell in a handbasket... or, as my sister Sharon might say, "to purgatory in a shopping cart."

There's a word for that...

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It's Sharon's & Karen's birthday today and I'm a little more emotional about it than I thought I'd be. I'm sure it doesn't help that in two days, it will be six months since Sharon died. A follow-up call from hospice yesterday morning sort of put me over the edge... they were more than wonderful, but I was a) surprised and b) already sort of wigged out and c) I don't think they realized her birthday was today. I'm not sure how I came off to them.

I made that cake! My first memorable foray into baking... I think the twins were 10. The recipe was from the Betty Crocker Junior Cookbook that my grandma gave me -- from which the only other recipe I remember making was Cinnamon Balls on Mother's Day mornings for Mom -- and I wish I still had it.

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So, I'm sad about Sharon but happy about Karen, who is about 5 weeks through Couch-to-5K and actually ran her first 5K a couple of weeks ago, finishing 2nd (I think) in her age group and posting a FANTASTIC time. You may recall that she is doing the run leg of the triathlon relay in August with Annie (swimming) and me (cycling). Our team name is S.O.S. which can mean "Sisters of Sharon" or "Save Our SorryAsses" or just plain "HELP!" whichever is most appropriate given the situation.

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I was crying as I drove around after leaving work last night, trying to figure out whether I could pull it together enough to join my camera group on what sounded like a fun downtown scavenger photo shoot-out thingy... or knit night, which I haven't been to in over a year. I kept thinking that it would be good to do something, be around people... ugh, my energy level was just not there for either and I just could not. I went home and had a beer while Rusty cooked me supper.

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On the way, I decided that I had to turn the ship around and CELEBRATE! Karen, obviously... as Addy said, "We still have Karen!" (oh, how I love that boy)... but also Sharon -- all of the wonderful, funny, quirky things that made us love her so. It always makes me laugh when I think of how she'd screw up common sayings (what IS the word for that?), changing the words but still conveying the original meaning. Telling me that she had to "get back up on the horse" instead of "back in the saddle," or my all-time favorite "old mothers' fables" for "old wives' tales."

I sure do miss her.

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Happy Birthday, Sharon & Karen!! I love you so much.

21 December 2010

State of Grac(i)e

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Gracie is a black lab mix that came into Sharon's life about 8-9-10 years ago, or so.  (I am not doing very well in the timelines department.)  Sharon was living in Kansas and it was the 4th of July -- she always figured that Gracie was spooked by fireworks and ran off, and that her owners were visitors or traveling through because, despite best efforts, they were never reunited.  Gracie was a young and energetic dog, but Sharon had a way with animals -- she always did.  I remember when we lived for a summer up north with dad, she'd walk to the park looking like the Pied Piper -- Dad's labs Sam and Tibby, even our cat Thisbee, all falling in line right behind -- she didn't even have to coax them.

Anyway, Gracie was one of the most important beings in Sharon's life -- and decision-making about living arrangements all hinged on the ability to keep Gracie with her.

Finding a new home for Gracie was utmost in our minds and hearts over the past few days.  It is heart-warming that there were a number of people willing to take her -- because you know that it has way more to do with Sharon than it does with Gracie, even if she is a wonderful ol' pup!

I'm happy to say that, after a weekend trial, Gracie was lovingly accepted into her permanent new home yesterday.

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My family and I are doing ok.  Ups and downs, you know?  We have each other and family and friends -- and sweet loving memories.  Thank you so much for your words of love and comfort.

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I sometimes don't know up from down, and my life both looks and feels as though a cyclone has gone through -- and then doubled back.  Clean up and search has begun.  Why, oh why, oh why, can I not find the ONE photo CD that I want?  Or one of the copies of that one photo CD?  Huh?  Digital photos really suck, you know?  The space they take up, the time it takes to organize, tag, format -- not in my world, at least not my own person stuff (especially the old stuff) -- and for what?  You never even print the damn things.

Ugh. OK!  Back to it -- focus, focus, focus!  Things to do...

18 December 2010

I'm going to miss my sister

...so very very much.

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Sharon Jean Blum

June 15, 1960 - December 17, 2010

We knew it was coming -- have known for 2 years that it was coming -- and that it would come sooner than we'd like, but no one expected it quite this soon.  No one expected that news yesterday.

I love you, Sharon.

[and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.]
desiderata; max ehrmann

23 March 2009

A tale of three caps

Circles in wool & cotton; the desert (with purple mountain's majesty) and the forest

When I browsed the photos last night, they presented themselves in such a way that making a mosaic was a no-brainer.  I'll admit, I may have let myself be carried away on fd's flickr toys mosaic-making merry-go-round.  Honestly, though, I think I may re-shoot that set up, with a couple of small changes, and order a print.  I just love the colors and the patterning.

What we have here, in terms of knitting, is variations on a theme.

Three caps, all knit using Teva Durham's Afghani Cap pattern from Vogue Knitting: Caps & Hats as the starting point.  Also, my youngest sister has a sewn "Afghani Cap" made from felted wool that is a pretty cool cap and it was my mother's coveting of said cap that initially sparked this little journey.

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I knit the first cap with Mom in mind as the recipient.  I used Handmaiden Fine Yarns "Ottawa" -- the leftovers from my Moebius Cowl -- mainly because it was at-hand and because of the colors.  I knit the hat pretty much as written, though I may have cast on a few more stitches because I wanted a longer brim and also because of differences in gauge.

It turned out okay!  It wasn't quite the shape I was after, but it was a very good hat.  The biggest thing to come from it was that my sister saw it on the blog.

"This doesn't mean that I'm asking you to knit me a hat," she said (or something like that), "but I really like the shape of that hat.  There is some fullness at the top with that style and it's not so close-fitting.  It won't make me look so... bald."

Well, hell, of course that meant I had to knit her a hat!  Besides, those welts were kind of fun to knit!  I could use straight needles and I had more yarn!  I cast on right away!!

I may have increased the needle size for the second cap -- it's a terrible thing, but I really don't remember.  What I need is an internal video recorder (I'm getting a vague memory of a Robin Williams movie having to do with something like that -- I think) so I don't have to stop and write things down.  I'm terrible about writing these things down!

Anyway, I knit the second cap (possibly with a larger needle) just as I did the first, EXCEPT for one slight modification.  My desire was for a cap that flared a bit at the top of the brim where it met the crown.  With this pattern, I decided that short rows would be a good way to achieve the increase in an attractive manner.  I figured that a third of the total stitch count would be a good number to provide the "flare" and also determined that I would work the short rows in the welt areas.  I ended up working a short row on either side of the welt section and also between each welt -- for a total of four added rows in each of those sections (of which there were four, so, in the end, 16 more rows at the top of the brim than at the bottom).

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It is very difficult to photograph a "short row."

The second hat turned out okay -- bigger overall -- but, actually, still not as flared as I wanted.  It was definitely not as flared as I was expecting with the addition of the short rows.

I took the first two hats to Madison a couple of weeks ago when we met up with my sister after her radiation appointment.  She tried on and I was able to see her in both hats and get her feedback.

With the onset of spring (though not, apparently, today), we decided that cotton might be nice -- and in a lighter, more neutral color.  I'd used up all the Ottawa on the second cap, anyway.

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More welts!  I ended up choosing Gedifra Fiorista, a cotton/poly blend, in color 5213-Rose/anthricite -- it's both colorful and subdued (not quite as bright as linked, but perhaps a smidge brighter than my photos), and it knit up beautifully. This time, rather than working short rows, I decided to knit the brim as written but picked up more stitches for the crown and made adjustments to the decreases.  The cotton yarn is a lot sturdier and stood up better to that modification than the floppier wool.

I seamed it on the way to Madison on Saturday and my sister tried it on -- and the third time's the charm!  She loved the color, too.  I brought it back home to weave in ends and block it a little bit, mainly to smooth out the brim/crown juncture, and will get it in the mail this week!

My sister is doing as well as expected, I guess.  The prescribed course of chemo/radiation concluded last week.  She's bald.  She's worn out.  She's lost weight.  She's keepin' on with the keepin' on, though, taking the dog out for walks, feeding the cat, getting some work done.  The surface burn from the radiation is so nasty and uncomfortable, limiting her movement and affecting posture.  Keep those good thoughts and wishes coming!

I still haven't had my fill of knitting welts!  Kinda scary...

15 January 2009

Snow

Oh, how I love me some blue snow.

I don't think there's a school in the area that's open today due to brutally cold temperatures.

Many, many closures were already announced last night.

That's unusual.

Maddy was positively giddy at the news.

Tomorrow is to be even colder, I think.

Smell a 4-day weekend?

Not for me... I'm at work today... and will be tomorrow.

That's okay. I have stuff to do. And tomorrow the cat will be away.

I need recommendations... What's your best advice/favorite pattern for a chemo cap for someone loathe to wear hats?

ETA:  I forgot!  E6.0!!

23 December 2008

S is for...

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SISTERS.  (On Flickr.)  (Skipping over Q and R for the moment.)  These three are mine.  This is one of the scanned images that (still) refuses to display in Dad's frame.  It's June 1979 at Mount Rushmore (obviously), on the return leg of our first-ever trip together -- just us -- from Wisconsin to Dallas, Oregon, over to and down the Oregon coast (with Dad, his future wife, her kids) all the way to Crescent City, California, and back to Wisconsin.  We'd exchanged my brand new Toyota Corolla for our future stepdad's brand new Ford Fairmont wagon to make the trip.

Memorable Moments:

Staying overnight at a Holiday Inn in Ogden, Utah, and awakening to a snowy mountain June morning.

We helped Dad move their belongings into storage, as they were closing the door on one chapter and opening the next.  Sharon played "The Snake Charmer," the only song that stuck in her brain after all those piano lessons, as the piano was moved through the streets of Dallas in the back of a pickup truck.

Sand dunes.  Sea lions.  Caves.

Playing on the beach at Cape Kiwanda near Pacific City.  Unbeknownst to me, my future husband had just purchased a lot across the road and was preparing to build a house there.  Six years later, I married him in that house.  Six years after that, we were visiting the coast, listening as Katie skipped to a song she made up about "Kate, Kate, Kate Kiwanda!"

Pitching a tent in a mosquito-infested Yellowstone Park on the way back, Annie and I cloaked in whatever we could find to keep from being eaten alive or carried off.  It was awful, and is very likely one of the reasons why I'm not a big fan of camping.

We took a wrong turn (or missed a turn) leaving Yellowstone and ended up spending much of a day in the free-range area of the Montana Rockies.  Karen and I were the only licensed drivers, and I did most of the driving, but somehow she ended up at the wheel during that mountainous, white-knuckle (oh, that was me in the back seat!) drive -- hairpin turns, rock slides, cattle in the road, a long long long way down...  I'm feeling vertigo just remembering it.

Wall Drug.  A serious thing for McD's Egg McMuffins (as often as we could) (OMG, back when they actually made it when you ordered it? Yum).  Scrounging our pockets, the seats and the floor for McMuffin and/or gas money on the way home (we made it!).

Ann-Sharon-KarenAt some point in the mid-80s, we began to get together regularly for what we dubbed "Sister Weekends."  The first ones were in Milwaukee, but we also went to Ohio (Longaberger land) and Kansas.  It had been quite a few years since our last when we got together last month in Mineral Point to celebrate my birthday.  And each other.  Reconnecting.

Today, one of these sisters meets for the first time with her oncologist.  That she has cancer is already known.  The details will be disclosed today.

S is for this is SHITTY news and cancer TOTALLY SUCKS.

S is for SADNESS.
S is for STRENGTH.
S is for SUPER SISTER SIZED SUPPORT.
S is for please SEND all your good vibes, karma, wishes, prayers, and healing thoughts for my SISTER.

XO, honey, I love you.

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