2. Watch William Hurt and Isabella Rosellini in Late Bloomers if you haven't already seen it. And perhaps you can spot my favourite moment in the film. . . (okay, there might be two favourites, possibly three. . . )
3. Why they call it a Strawberry tree (that is, when "they" are not being sticklers for Latin and calling it Arbutus unedo). . . .
4. When I was a teen, trying to stretch my budget in a family in which some younger sibling had a birthday almost every month (I had eleven younger siblings!), I discovered that a brand new pack of crayons, paired with a fresh new crayoning book or thick pad of drawing paper, could hold its own on the gift table. Even today, my inner child responds to Crayola's lively and nuanced rainbow, the cheery promise of that pencil-yellow cardboard box, its emerald-green graphic contrasts transcending the school-list associations, egging me on to believe I, too, can tell a story or capture a scene. Just looking at that simple, stolid, compact package of colour, my fingers remember their curl, my fingertips whisper the texture of the crayon's wrapping paper, an ever-so-slightly grainy traction, especially in contrast to the wax's pointy tip. I remember the efforts to keep that tip sharp, grudgingly peeling the paper down to reveal more wax, gently working the dulled end into a sharpener. . . and, above all, guarding against breakage. The pack seemed to lose its magic after the first crayon broke. Did yours, as well?
All of which is to say that when I spotted 24-packs of Crayola crayons on sale a few weeks ago at the drugstore, I couldn't resist scooping a few boxes. Nola arrives tomorrow for the weekend, and we'll see if these colour sticks have retained their appeal across the generations. . . .
5. And, finally, since we're talking about rainbow palettes, my latest (and seemingly interminable) knitting project: rainbow pants for Nola.
You might remember that I have previously made both granddaughters "rainbow dresses" (Item # 4 in last Friday's Five Things. Well, Nola and I were chatting about these garments one day, and she suggested that I should knit her a pair of rainbow pants. And you know that Nana loves to knit for an appreciative audience.
So. . . .
So there you have it! Five Things, and it's late enough on Friday that we're almost kicking back with our glasses of wine, right? (I've just made a cup of tea, honestly, and will be settling in by the fire for an energizing run-up to another marking session. But there's wine waiting for me.)
I wish you a lovely weekend, and, as you well know, I'd love your comments about whatever you're up to.