Remember I have moved :https://chaseburg.blogspot.com/2020/03/monday-musingstrue-reflections-of-ebony.html
The following is not one of my photos nor my words but it is what I hope we all think about when we have to name one month out of the year to share the history of a segment of our population:
Ironically two years ago on BLOGSPOT I wrote about a 50 degree day just like the one we had this past Sunday. It felt so great to just sit on the front porch swing and feel the sunshine on one’s face. Supposedly we only have about a month more of this winter … but read below about the MELTDOWN of 2018:
MONDAY MELTDOWN FEBRUARY 26, 2018 – chaseburg.blogspot.com
Mondays mornings certainly can be iffy. Do you by any chance start your Monday ‘TO DO list Sunday night?
Well, I am one of those people who do and perhaps that’s why Mondays can be my most productive day.
Due to the meltdown our driveway had started its own stream as the surrounding hills’s snow seemed to have pretty much melted and I was wondering if I would need waders.
Coon Creek was really moving with its waters at bank level. The trail fortunately was unusually clear with just a couple of north facing sides with some melting ice
As fore mentioned I am making the move back to my old website/creating a new website page if I can’t use the old address.
I will be transferring files through the week and hopefully be back in action next Monday to start March 2020 back where my blog began.
Meanwhile tomorrow TBT and FOTO FRIDAY will still be here on wordpress.com
Thanks for being patient and coming along as I move… I will miss you if you don’t.
Do you know what you get when you go to bed too early on a Sunday night?
A ‘really’ long Monday…
The only saving grace might be a late afternoon nap as I have been up since the wee hours of the morn…
Positives of getting up early are getting stuff done. Mail was answered, 2 jigsaw puzzles were completed ( I was a day behind), did some reading, made lunches due to a long hospital day with Infusion # 4, fed the dog, wrote this post and probably will finish folding yesterday’s laundry…
Natureman will sleep his customary 9 hours, have his breakfast before chores. Then we’ll need to leave the house a bit earlier than usual to drop Balto off at doggie daycare before heading to the Y for our LiveStrong class.
Yeah, ‘might need to tone the workout down a bit so I don’t end up flat on my face…
I’m really looking forward to that nap…
Have a great week folks.
* Credit and thanks for internet stock images. Ha, if you thought I was doing a selfie today!
How did I ever miss National Pet Day ? Well, there were a couple other things on my plate this week…
Every day is pet day for us anyway as our ever companionable rescue dog Balto is always around for a pet / to give us a lick. This guy still can’t control his “licker”…
Balto’s first year anniversary with us is rapidly approaching as March was when we picked him up from his last foster homes in Beloit. He had been rescued from Houston, Texas. His fear of leaving home on his own has dissipated somewhat as he has begun to explore the 44 acres this winter looking for deer carcass. Just this week he dragged another one back to the house. Thank goodness he doesn’t want to bring them in…
But we discovered Balto loves snow and making doggie snow angels! He might have liked the air conditioning in Texas but he loves lying and rolling in the snow too…
Welcome to Wisconsin Winters Balto. Snow is one thing we can guarantee you living here.
He also has been enjoying occasional doggie daycare at Pet Me, Scratch Me when we have long hospital days. His demeanor makes him a very popular guy with both staff and other doggies.
Do share you pet pics! Send them this way and they’ll be included.
Hershey from Eagan, MN- family pet of Natureman’s youngest sister’s family chimed in that he was game for notoriety
The Short’s family pet, Lily, knows how to dress for Wisconsin’s weather…
Lily ( Lily Lieblong Von Short) also advises other midwestern dogs to not forget to cover their ears…
Ace and Alicia hailed from the D.C. are but now are Arkansans just like Ginger.
Did you see some of the beautiful Valentine flowers from last week’s FOTO FRIDAY? Take a gander:
Like others, I was given strict instructions by Jean, of course, for this day. My job was to help with today’s Celebration of Life and create the link to people in Jean’s life… Jean’s life was so rich and full.
Almost 10 years ago Jean was the recipient of a surprise 84th birthday party given by 2 of her dear friends Karen and Kay. You see Jean had mentioned she really wished she’d know who would be at her funeral.
THAT was our Jean…
Very cleverly Karen and Kay secretly reserved the upstairs back room at Piggy’sRestaurant.
Jean thought she was just going to celebrate her 84th Birthday dinner with the two of them until she was greeted by a roomful of friends in unison yelling“Surprise.” She was sooo pleased-
BUT rest assured, Jean noted who was not there.
THAT was our Jean…
That evening every guest stood up and introduced themselves to the room and how they knew Jean. I shared how when I moved here everywhere I went whether it was for any of the campuses ‘ events , cultural/social city events be it theatre or an art opening, I always saw this attractive, impeccably dressed older woman with beautifully coiffed white hair. I even spotted her my first holiday services seated behind us. So, when I eventually found myself sitting across from Jean on a minibus student faculty art field trip to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit in the Twin Cities, I introduced myself and told her how we seemed to frequent the same events and obviously shared similar interests. On that excursion I also discovered we both loved languages and travel.
And so our friendship began… That was almost 20 years ago.
Jean Helliesen as you know was a bright, articulate woman. Sharp as a tack into her 90’s. She scoured daily newspapers and would save articles for friends. Local, state, national and world politics were always topics to be shared. She also stayed in contact with the outside world using the computer for email until her sight began to fail her. Then friends and aides helped with correspondence. I was one of those.
We also were a great pair in our appreciation of food. Over the years I would share seasonal garden veggies, homemade soups / traditional dishes like matzo ball soup and halabkas ( stuffed cabbage rolls.)
And she shared what she made best, RESERVATIONS.
THAT was our Jean…
Whether it was a meal at one of La Crosse’s finer restaurants like the Waterfront /LeChateau, her list also included places like the Hungry Peddler and Subway, where the waitstaff at any of the restaurants she frequented knew Jean. You see her dining experience besides food was her relationship with the wait staff. She knew them by name and would request her favorites. Jean knew what was going on in all their lives.
THAT was our Jean…
As it became more difficult to go to restaurants due to mobility in the last couple of years we needed places without stairs so the closest were fast food places.
I confess: I introduced her to Culver’s chicken tenders and made sure Bethany St Joe’s freezer held Wendy’s Frostys for her.
Jean had a way of connecting with people. Children, uh, not so much- BUT Jean loved men. AND men loved her. It must have been that twinkle in her eyes. No matter the age Jean would comment on their looks. In fact, after one hospital stay one of the nice busy medical residents actually came over to walk with Jean around the block to help her regain her strength.
THAT was our Jean…
Jean could be very kind, sweet and charming. Yet, she was a strong woman who could be pretty overpowering. The frustration of losing both her sight and hearing took its toll… Visiting on a day before hearing aids were in/ working was tough-
I confess: Before heading into her room I would always check with her attendants if it was a thumbs up/ thumbs down day. Because when Jean was in one of her moods, no one was exempt from her wrath. Jean was never a woman to mince words… One knew exactly what she was thinking because she would tell you. As complimentary as she could be, there could be biting remarks. If anybody wasn’t in her good graces, you would hear about it.
There have been bridges burnt, rebuilt / maybe not.
THAT was our Jean…
I’m proud to have been part of Jean’s ‘posse’ of friends who looked after her and became her family. From her hairdresser David who would personally pick her up for hair and nail appointments, Andy’s friendship, a water aerobic class friend, who involved Jean reading with her 2nd graders, Nancy who included Jean in family holiday meals and constant replenishing Jean’s case of soda beverage of choice – Diet Coke and Deb, a former student who took Jean to ‘all’ her medical appointments ( and there were a lot of those) and shopping endeavors which could last for hours and last but not least Kathy who besides shopping and correspondence was Jean’s “CFO” Chief Financial Officer who balanced her checkbook and kept track of all her finances.
To her wonderful aides at Bethany St. Joe especially Janet and staff who took such good care of her along with our spiritual leaders Brian Searle and Rabbi Simcha Prombaum … THANK you all…
I confess: Jean, I ran a couple minutes over my 5 minute allotment.
I hope YOU all will join us later to add more to the Jean stories at our Condolence Meal at the Synagogue.
Rest in Peace Jean.
You will always be our Jean.
TO Read about Jean’s life click on this link: