And So Why Would I Weep......

It's January 15, 2020. A day that will go down in the history books.....but it started, in my world, with a normal once-a-month quilt guild meeting. The third Wednesday morning of the month....one of the favorite days on my calendar. Driving with a friend down toward the city and turning a few corners to get to the church where we meet.

Our members gather, first a few of us for a board meeting, and then the rest of the quilters come in and shrug off coats and smile and greet each other. We talk and find our chairs. We spend the first part of the formal meeting watching a wonderful power point presentation in which a talented quilt artist shares her process and her inspirations. We admire her work, we marvel at the details. We ask questions and she answers.

Then we move to a sort-of-brief business meeting and discuss our budget for the year and up-coming workshops and then take a break to enjoy the treats provided. Conversations bubble up all over the room as monthly friends reconnect. And then it's back to our chairs for the really fun part of each meeting, show and tell. This is the part where we get to see completed quilts (all styles!) and projects started. It's always inspiring and interesting and many "oohs and aaahs" echo throughout the space.

Then a stop for lunch where three of us continue our conversations and laughter, then the ride home and back to regular day stuff. Until about 4:15 p.m. I was busy stretching and pinning yet another quilt and smiling along with the Ellen Show on TV. When that music interrupted the program....the formal sort of music that means a special announcement is coming. The one that always makes me feel a little frizzle of concern as George Stephanopolis begins.

And I pause to watch Nancy Pelosi and the members of the House of Representatives charged with delivering the articles of impeachment of President Donald John Trump to the Senate. She makes a brief statement, solemn and careful, signs the documents and then the 7 impeachment managers walk silently down the hallway connecting the two chambers. In this hallway, normally filled with activity, staffers and tourists there is emptiness. No one speaks. And my eyes fill.

Why? I make no secret of how I feel about the man currently sitting in the oval office. So why does this march into the history books make me so very sad. I guess, for me, it's just a really sad day for America. A day that will fan the flames that divide our Country.

The Senate accepts the documents and Mitch McConnell makes his solemn remarks....and ends with a sort of out-of-place statement about some new trade deal 45 signed today that will be great for the Country and great for our citizens.

Mitch accepted the documents.....who the hell knows what will happen tomorrow or how many furious tweets will flash out on 45's twitter feed.

Tears for America.