Many years ago, I was going through my Mother Earth phase, and I was expanding my weaving projects slowly one by one as I could afford to buy materials. My daughter Kate was fourteen months old, it was a very warm, humid day in Pennsylvania, and I decided to spend some time threading an overshot piece, 24 threads per inch. I had completed threading about 240 threads and because I was in a good threading rhythm, I failed to tie off the threads (one of those fundamentals you should always remember to do). As I focused on the threads right in front of my nose, I was only vaguely aware my little one was cruising along the edge of the loom. Kate lost her balance and in an effort to remain standing she grabbed about 150 of those threads in her chubby little hands and pulled them all out. I wanted to cry, till I remembered that she was 14 months old and I was the grown up. I folded my loom up and put it in the closet, promising myself I would get to it when she was older. It was more important for me to enjoy her than get frustrated over having to start over. It took me 3 decades to get back to weaving. I sold that particular loom although my Sally loom is just as nice, what I really miss are the young and flexible knees!
Years have gone by, Kate’s babies are now teenagers, and we have a new little grandson in the family. Will is enthralled by the moving parts of the loom, from the harnesses to the treadles to the big beater he can move back and forth. Some of the barn looms look like playground equipment to him, and it is the joy of this Grammy’s life that eventually I will have one of my looms threaded with a grandson project. Something we can weave together if his interest holds.
Right now as a country we are going through “politics with children”. Every day I am appalled at the latest mistake the President makes. He has used one excuse after another for his behavior. He tweets statements that are not difficult to disprove and seems to not recognize that they are what we all call lies. When excuses fail to work he falls back on his election win reminding everyone else that he is the President.
It is clear he thought that running the country would be like running one of his businesses, that he could say what he wants and everyone would agree,and if they did not he could fire them. Who knew that passing healthcare legislation is so complicated? Who knew that the President cannot just decree something is done and it happens? Who knew it would be hard to appoint quality people to various positions within the cabinet and in important agencies? Who knew that our relaionships with other countries are complex and take finesse? Who knew? Well, some of us did, that is why the majority of voters voted for someone else. What shocks me is that his core group of supporters will still defend his lies, his inexcusable behaviors towards women, and anyone The Donald considers “lower” than himself. Who knew how deeply the men in his administration, including himself, were tied to Russia and making obscene amounts of money, such as selling a Florida home to a Russian CEO at the height of the real estate collapse for a cool profit of 60 million dollars? A home in which Trump never lived, nor did the Russian CEO. Follow the money folks. President Trump has been referred to as a Toddler for his limited span of attention, his childish grasp of relationships, and his belief that the world revolves around him and his infamous tantrums. While weaving with children can be fun, I assure you governing with children is absolutely scary.