Old Friends, New Possibilities

An old friend visited this weekend. The working adjective applies in two ways--she is a friend of long duration having been my children's reading specialist when they were in elementary school and also because she is 77, more than a decade older than I. It was great fun to visit and she is very fond of dogs, especially hounds so my less than tidy pet sanctuary and my bluetick coon hound didn't bother her. We also had numerous far ranging conversations touching on virtually all subjects, one that got so heated that she told me to "Shut up!" She apologized immediately because she said she was only yelling at me because of my argument's similarity to that of her father, a lawyer. We were discussing the current Supreme Court's opinions that grant constitutional rights to corporations and I irritated her because I said that I understood the legal path  that was followed though I didn't agree with the opinions. She, who abhorred the decisions and only wanted to criticize the Roberts court,  said that I said exactly what her father always said, "If you don't like the outcome, you must change the law." Since she could never yell at her father she yelled at me. We live in such curious times. A constitutional convention would be a fascinating spectacle, but the legal status of corporations serves a purpose in civil societies. My husband started several small companies in his business career; all of them benefited from the legal fiction that a corporation is a legal "person".

I showed her the quilt I am working on--the touching stars with the white dove in the corner. Initially I planned to give it to my son and his wife since my son told me that he really liked it, especially the subtle colors. But my daughter in-law told me she doesn't want any quilts that can't be hung on the walls (she has not seen the quilt at all). I would be making this quilt in any case but now I truly don't have a place for it to go. Since I am beginning to feel guilty about all my handiwork simply stacking up on the guest bed, my guilt is being amplified by making a quilt that I know for sure will just end up in the dark in a pile.

Anyone want a quilt?