A journal of everyday adventures in quilting, writing, cooking, and living.

Just last night I caught Marcus taking a nap on the bag I took to Chicago and haven’t unpacked yet. He may look like he feels guilty, but I can assure you that he doesn’t.

If you hadn’t put that helpful label saying “Received in Damaged Condition” on this catalog, we would never have noticed that it was damaged when we got it! It’s good to know you’re on the job, especially since I’m about to mail a bunch of Christmas presents.

(Because you’ve dragged it into the other room), you might as well lie on Basketball Girl’s homework.  This was no accident. I actually saw Marcus get up from his homework bed, go investigate the sound of the dishwasher opening to see if there were any dirty dishes he could lick, then come back to lie [...]

For these three, who are the pivot point around which my life revolves. I’ve had a bad cold for most of the last couple of weeks, so cooking a big Thanksgiving dinner seemed a bit overwhelming. Instead, we drove out out to the Gold country in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains and had dinner [...]