Lovelihood

It's a little embarassing that The Boy has slept for three and a half years in a bed that didn't have a blanket big enough to cover it. That changed today when I made good on his imposed deadline, removing the mishmash of crib-sized blankets piled up on the bed, and laying out the new quilt to surprise him when he came home from school. Six months of work, done.

We're in the midst of waging an all-out assault on diaper-wearing here. It had been a half-hearted affair starting when we first brought out the old potty ages ago. And half-heartedness, when it comes to this matter, is a set-up for utter failure, as we've learned for a second time now. But, also for a second time, all it takes to kick us into honest-to-goodness potty-training mode is to tack up a piece of cardstock to serve as a sticker (ahem, incentive) receptacle.

We route the daily walk to school so that it takes us past the snail bush (you know, the shrubbery that has all those snails sliming up its greenery). I'm pretty thoroughly grossed out by these things and their bloated, shell-less counterparts. But I do appreciate when they can content themselves on a botanical perch rather than litter themselves underfoot on the sidewalk.

The tiramisu from the upscale hippie co-op down the street is by no means the best tiramisu out there. But tiramisu of any caliber, even some high-falutin' organically fair-traded tiramisu, refrigerated to the point where it's more dense than creamy, is not to be scoffed at as I settle in with some quilting and Lost on a Monday night.

I'm four days out from The Boy's deadline of Thursday for finishing up the quilt binding, and I'm about halfway done. Which is to say I'm right on track. Because, while I'm sure he's already forgotten about his deadline, an imposition that was, after all, a most arbitrary one, I am dead serious about deadlines.

The Halloween decorations were hauled out and put up today. Fake spider webbing and some local flora complete our resident skeleton's home for the next few weeks.

If it weren't for Halloween, I'd probably never sew any apparel. Besides the occasional hat, of course. Setting in a sleeve is so much easier than it seems, I really ought to try it more often outside of October.