sadness

We are taking the Small Mister back to the Tall Short Person.  He told my Beloved to pick these flowers for me from the garden.  I am going to miss him greatly.

I am sad. 

I think I should say it like Gerald the elephant.   Sigh.....

the quilt for L has been quilted!

There was a small boy helping.

There was a small boy who need to be on my lap.

There was a small boy who played with a small bronze dragnet in the quilt I was working on (the dragon had lovely hiding places).

There was a small boy dumping buttons.

There was a small boy wearing a button tin as a hat.

There was a small boy fighting imaginary attackers and pretending to be a pirate king.

There was a small boy who asked for books.

There was a small boy who asked for chocolate.

There was a small boy who asked to cut all the threads.

But with all this help from Small Mister, the quilting on the quilt for L is done.

And there was much joy and laughter and love.

I will finish the binding when we get back.

pork instead of beef

Small Mister is definitely a carnivore.  He will eat a steak as large as the one my Beloved eats.  Or as much barbecue.  Traveling food can be interesting.  My Beloved grew up with spicy barbecue.  I put together a slow cooked pork using my slow cooked beef recipe. 

The only thing I changed was the meat.  I used a pork shoulder instead of a chuck roast.  I could have cooked it less time just because the sauce started to caramelize.  The smoky flavor was emphasized.  The longer cooking time worked with my life better.

I do believe it was a hit and we can now take it traveling.  Small Mister may eat it cold.  He does say it is too spicy but we could just bring the honey jar.  He liked it with more honey.  My Beloved thought it was about perfect.  He cannot get spicy barbecue out here.  It is nice to be able to do it at home.

non-meditation but joy

I was baking my brioche au chocolat today.  And running herd on a small boy.  The Small Mister did not nap and the energy just kept rising.  I was able to work on the quilt for a but but my sewing room.....

Most people are probably familiar with the ALS ice bucket challenge.  Think that with buttons and you will envision my sewing room.  The Small Mister loves my button tin!  It is a hat.  It is a drum.  It is anything but a holder of buttons!  It dumps buttons.  Dumped buttons get fought with "swords."  All my weaving tools become swords.

Not very meditative but life is full of joy this way.

time at my sewing machine

Once the Small Mister and I basted the quilt, it was time to stitch.  I have to admit that I just really need the time at my machine.  The Small Mister is going back to the Tall Short Person next week.  The time at the machine helps with the sad. 

I am glad we are going to the mountain.