Party on

Ah, heart be still.
The makings of a little weaver.  And a sweet one, at that.
Every time I threw the shuttle, she put her little hands on the beater bar, and with a little help from me,
she swung the beater home.  Several times.
Then she said, "More".
We repeated this routine for quite a while, until she decided she was finished.

While I show you my recent place mats, let me just say that I am not fond of politics.  Can't say that I have ever understood it.

When I was a teenager, and JFK was elected, my mother was so upset she threatened to put a black flag on the front lawn.  She defended Richard Nixon until it was 100% evident that she was wasting her time.

Even then, she remained a staunch Republican.

When I turned 18, I registered as a Democrat, pretty much just to piss her off.

I never saw a need to change it.

Just the last election, my mother announced that she was done with all those Republicans.  For the first time since she came to the USA in 1946, she voted for a Democrat.

But I am a cynic, folks.  I am not sure if I was born that way, or not, but by the time I was 13, I had what I consider, a healthy suspicion of all politics and all religion.

Seemed to me that churches, and governments, all had pretty much the same intentions.

I'm voting (again) for Mr. Obama, because I believe he is a good man, trying to do a good job.  And because I don't think the Republicans have anyone that I would even consider.  

I don't care what party wins, I just want world peace, an end to world hunger, and I want all dogs and cats to have a home, and someone to love them.

Whichever party can do those things, then I'm for them.

But not to get into a debate about the upcoming presidential election,  I know I would tire of it quite quickly.  Weaving is so much more fun.

I think it is unfortunate that the only people who can run for president, are people with boatloads of money.
But just because they have a lot of money, doesn't mean that they are any more perfect than the rest of us.  They make mistakes, they say stupid things, they look foolish.
Been there, done that.

Oh, yes, I confess. I am guilty, too. I have made some incredibly stupid choices in my life, said things I wish I could take back, made decisions that make me cringe now.

I wouldn't want to be running for office, cause surely someone would appear from my past, to remind me of every misstep I ever took.

Ouch.

How embarrassing.

I guess that's why the rhythmic, simple weaving of rag rugs and placemats  makes me so happy.

It's my party.