Sharon's Psychedelic Wine Spike 07/01/2010
Note from Dillon: Karen and I are beginning a new phase of our blog. We have both had individual daze of wine drinking other than with each other. Now granted the few we have had are freaking unbelievably funny, we still have more wine stories to talk about. Ok, Karen more than me and she is a much better story teller than I am. Karen and I can be chatting on the phone after not speaking for several months (it seems) and she could be telling me just this innocent episode in her life but to me it’s fantastic and blog worthy, all of hers are. To her it’s every day life; to me they range from hysterically funny to heart moving tear jerkers. She told me this story over the phone in generalized conversation as catching up a long lost friend and it was so moving for me I asked her to share it with everyone, read on. I posted my comments in italic. Hey everyone, 'tis Karen, just lil old moi and my two dogs on a Sunday afternoon in the Deep South taking a moment to update the Wine Daze Blog. Hope everyone is doin' well. I was thinking recently about my friend Sharon that is now resting peacefully in Heaven and thought I'd tell you a story about her. First of all I was raised in a time that if someone gave you a gift you didn't give it away, but sometimes I think 'tis okay to do so. About a yearish or so ago Dawn and Dillon sent me two Wine Spikes; one purple and one psychedelic. I loved them both, but I really liked the psychedelic one more. Dillon was adamant about me having two in case I had company. Of course I knew he was crazy; me having company? What's that? Really, I’m serious. Just so happens I did end up having company late last summer; my friend Sharon and her boyfriend Bobby. Sharon was drinking wine and Bobby and I were drinking beer. But it really didn't matter what we were drinking. What mattered was that they came to see me; two old friends of mine. WOW!!!!!! (It doesn’t matter what they were drinking because whatever Karen is drinking she is drinking it out of a stemmed glass using her Wine Spike, which is why she needed two. She would gladly give hers up for someone else to use if she only had one.) Sharon had been in really bad health for some years so to have the pleasure of her company was fantastic. For her to feel well enough to come was great in itself. Actually that was a gift to visit with two old friends of mine. On with the day.... I whipped out my Wine Spikes, so glad that Dawn and Dillon had indeed sent me two. Sharon liked the psychedelic one the best, so of course I let her use it. Sometimes we stayed inside and other times we went outside. She periodically had to rest due to her health (not because of the drinking by the way). Bobby had brought a couple of steaks and some other food. Bobby doted on Sharon like an old mother hen. Sharon and I were sitting outside enjoying yakkin' about nothin' but everything in general. She was fascinated with what she referred to as "the wine stake". She was so enthralled by it that I didn’t have the heart to correct her on the name. It made it so much easier for her to use a glass and have something to hold it in at arms reach. I forgot to mention - Sharon used a walker and a cane to get around or mine and Bobby’s arm. Sharon was a fine artist. A hippie chick as some would say. That day she was so very beautiful in her red dress and multi-colored jacket. The Wine Spike "just seemed right" for her. She just loved her "Wine Stake". She thought it was the coolest invention since sliced bread. Truly! Being an artist Sharon noticed each nuance about it. Ya'll I mean she REALLY loved it. The next afternoon when Sharon and Bobby were leaving she said they'd left me a "wine steak" in the refrigerator. I thought maybe she had put the "Wine Spike" in the fridge. But, no there really was a steak. Then she said “NO, I left the Wine Stake outside". Sharon told me it was really good and she loved it. I was getting a bit confused as to whether she meant the steak or the stake. She was so danged worried about the Wine Spike being outside that I checked the backyard and 'sho 'nuff, there was the Wine Stake” as she so lovingly referred. Totally unharmed! I still had the packing box it had been sent to me in so I thought, ”what could it hurt to give a friend a gift that two friends of mine had given me?' You know? Really, so I put the psychedelic Wine Spike in the box and ran out my front door sayin’ hey ..."ya forgot sumpin'". When Sharon opened it up, literally tears welled up in her eyes. She said, “Why are you giving this to me?” The answer was because she loved it so and I loved her. That's what friends do. Sharon used it every place she went. And I mean every place; next to her chair outside of her house, when she visited a friend, to the graveyard when she took flowers to her Daddy, kept in a potted plant next to her sofa in her house. It didn't matter what she was drinking, milk, tea, water...an occasional glass of wine. She used it. LOVED IT!!!! Really and truly 'twas helpful for her to have it, as I said she had a hard time gettin' around. So did I feel bad about giving a gift away? No, not when it gave her so much pleasure and made it easier to handle any thing she chose to drink. Her ’Wine Stake" now has a new home at Bobby’s house, right outside his back door with a little flower garden he planted for Sharon. When her friends go to Bobby’s, they use the ”Sharon Wine Stake". The other night Bobby left me a message on my phone sayin' he was sittin' outside lookin' at the Moon and drinkin' a beer usin' Sharon’s Wine Stake" He said it made him feel closer to her. I'm not only glad, but proud to have Dawn and Dillon as friends that gave me such treasures... and one in particular that gave another friend so much beauty, so much help, so much happiness in her last months. So friends, think about the Wine Spikes, if you know someone that has a hard time gettin' around, even in their home a Wine Spike can be very useful. Even for the caregiver. Bobby said by having the Wine Spike for Sharon, he didn’t worry so much about her trying to reach over for a glass and hurting herself. Sharon said she was gonna duct tape it to her walker and or cane. You know what? If she'd wanted to, Bobby would have done it for her. I really do want everyone to consider getting one for some one that has a hard time gettin' around. Cheers, love Karen And then Karen was still kinda chatty and had to throw this in . . . 'Tis me again, ya'll are probably wonderin' if I ever hush up, the answer is "yep, I do" As in this instance. A few months ago I was a bit under the weather. Dillon called. And he called. And he called. And he called. And he called. He left a few messages (about 97). To tell me he called. Then he called. And he called. And he called. (Making sure I'd gotten the messages.). This went on for lordy, a couple of weeks. But, he called. And he called and he called. Honestly, I couldn't get out of bed to answer the phone. But the fact that he called. And he called. And he called made me feel good. There is a moral to this story, well actually two. One is: IF YOU ARE EVER SICK. Don’t let Dillon know because he will call. And he will call. And he will call. The other is this: We all need friends like Dillon that we know will call, and call, and call. Good friends like him are few and very far between. When I get rich, I'm gonna by him a hover-craft. I Think that would be less expensive than his long distance bills. Better get off the computer.... no joke..... As I write, the computer is saying “you've got mail". I kid you not, it must be Dillon calling. Love ya'll, Karen Yeah, I called and called Karen last month so we could work on our blog, actually I needed her to write the story because I personally think she is a great story teller and not only that, she has a lot of stories, really good stories. When she finally called me back and explained that she had been sick, I understood and quit calling her. She didn’t mention this, but I also was forced to email her daughter to find out if she was ok. She assured me she was; little did I know she was out creating more stories. Cheers, Dillon CommentsLeave a Reply |   Psychedelic Wine Spike Dillon LaBonte
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