Even before Thanksgiving my Sirius radio in my car switched to Christmas music all the time. It was too early for me, and so I use my play lists on my old iphone to provide traveling music as I do errands: travel to and from Camden, ferrying the Grandchildren when they need me to get them either from school or to appointments, and daily visits to see Mom.
My playlist says “Weaving Music” because I use it both in the car and at the loom. There are fifty years of favorite songs on my list, and every so often I will hear a song I have not heard for a long time and it will get added to the list. Most of the music I pick is attached to specific memories, there is a story for every single one: a place, a person, a child born, a child off to the service, some sort of remembrance. Sometimes I just weave along, other times I will get caught up in the song and just sit and listen. Sometimes the music reminds me of how much has changed over the years, sometimes it seems as if it is 1964, or 1978 or 1986 again.
So .. to the strains of The Prayer, I am writing my end of year blog. I find that writing this blog helps me to see the progress as I move towards my goal of weaving every day. My biggest struggle is the push and pull between weaving, reading and family. Family gets first consideration but I am excited to be learning more about weaving, and of course, I still love books. I find myself weaving in blocks of time, and then using books to fill in the “in-between times” like when I am cooking dinner. Of course, this results in a few overcooked dinners once in a while. And then there are anagram puzzles on the cell phone- my granddaughter Grace has me addicted to them. However, I tell myself that they make my brain exercise in a different way and that is probably not a bad idea- given the fact that the women in my family have experienced dementia in old age. With good intentions I still have a guitar and an autoharp that I hope to master at least to my satisfaction.
I did not start this year with much hope state-wise , country-wise and world-wise. It seems to me we are going in the wrong direction and the justifications have been very selfish: better 401K, increased riches for billionaires, frequent golf trips for the man elected to our top office. Sexual harassment and abuse have been alleged against men from the White House to the News and Entertainment industry. Women are not being silent. It amazes me how shocked and surprised people are. Women are “slut-shamed” and “body-shamed”. So often the men deny and point out they would never have been interested in that person, years later of course, she is a little (or a lot) heavier, she is older, and often gray. One look at the seventy or so men who have recently had allegations brought against them has convinced me that none of them live in homes with mirrors, for they are not particularly handsome either. Many are balding, overweight, and some just plain unattractive, but they all are or were powerful in their field and perhaps in their younger years that power made them believe in their own attractiveness and were entitled to do whatever they wanted. It is hard to know what will happen with all these allegations, but the sheer number is evidence that the tide has turned. So Time’s person of the year are the “Me, too” women and men (there are a few). Judge Moore in Alabama has lost a deep red state. Thank you Alabama!! There is talk of a deeper investigation into allegations against the inhabitant of the White House.
We are still a country deeply divided: some are appalled at low standards of behavior that is being accepted and even rewarded, and others feel they will ignore anything as long as their 401K increases, the courts become more conservative, and those who are different “go back where they came from”. I do not know what it will take for more people to realize that they have elected a con man, a reality-tv star, a man without intellect or a moral compass. Twelve months later after the election and we have a special prosecutor and an investigation into collusion by the Trump campaign. I fear even if the voices calling for justice and compassion carry the day, I wonder how long it will take us to heal. I find that I do not trust neighbors I used to without second thought. What they have advocated for by their speech and their vote is diametrically opposed to all that I think a Christian should stand for. Pray and weave, play with the grands, read whatever holds your fancy and trust that God will take care of the heavy hitting (the two toddler in chiefs of N Korea and the US).
Although this will be posted in January most of it was written in early December. I took off my first completed work on my first barn loom. I had thought it might be a rug but it is not heavy enough for that purpose. I am thinking it might be a good bed throw for a certain, shedding, three-legged Lab to sleep on. In addition to grandchildren, as you can see, we have granddogs all of whom love to sleep with their humans and all of whom shed a ton. I always wondered about those fancy bed throws in motels- but anyone who shares their bed with a pooch might appreciate the gift of one. I moved on to two of the other looms I have warped to begin their projects.
With Kenny Loggins singing “Celebrate me Home”, the gentle thumping of the beater as I work on a scarf in Honeysuckle Overshot providing a base accompaniment and the comforting soft sound of my Zane’s snores, Christmas music abounds in the house and for a time anyway, it feels like all is well.