2. I have marvelled for years now at the way my young blogging friend K tackles learning curves. Tackles? Nay, she smashes them into horizontal submission, I tell you! Sewing? I can do that, she says, and then turns out bras, suit jackets, tailored pants with stunning insouciance. Knitting? Give her two months and she's designing her own sweaters. Cooking (and baking, par excellence) -- ditto, although she had that one down long before I began reading her. Now she's turned her eye on cosmetic potions -- or, as she terms her latest project, "Pretty Things That Smell Good" And when I commented on the enviable fortune of her friends, soon to be recipients of the lip balm she'd packed up, she offered to send me a wee container.
And I know that it cost her way too much to post (never mind the time to package it up, get to the post office, etc.), but I hope she knows how much the generosity of her gesture is appreciated. I love the product -- it's just the right blend of slippery and stick-to-stay, light of texture and of its minty fragrance. Honestly, it's as good as anything I could buy in any drugstore and it's all natural ingredients. Best of all, every time I slick a bit on my winter-dry lips, I'm touched by the kindness of a friend I haven't met yet. Thank you, big bundles of thanks, K.
3. A second lovely experience with blogging friends this week: I had breakfast yesterday morning with Pondside. Instant compatibility! She's bright and sympathetic and gracious and witty and we had such a good chat. I was squeezing the breakfast in on my way to teach a class, so I had to hurry off after only an hour, but it felt like the beginning of a promising friendship. . .
4. We finished Last Tango in Halifax this week, at least all that's available on Netflix here (Season 2), so we've begun watching Wallander with Kenneth Branagh. Coming right after watching Derek Jacobi in Tango, I can't help thinking of them together in that star-studded Hamlet of '96 (really?! that was really almost 20 years ago?!) and of Derek Jacobi as Hamlet in an earlier (1980) version of the play (with Patrick Stewart as Claudius -- have you seen it?). Marvellous actors! (Wish I could remember the play I saw Jacobi in on a London stage with my daughter back in 2001 or 2002.)
5. Sometime this month, we should get to meet our new grandchild. . .
I'm skipping my yoga class this morning, giving myself a lazy day at home, although I will have to mark my way through at least 8 1st-year essays if I want to clear the lot by Monday. . . .Paul's just headed off to that class on his own. As he bikes through the heavy rain, splashing up mud no fenders could stop, then powers the boat from one slippery wet dock on the island to the other equally slippery wet one in town, I am stoking up the fire and making a second cup of tea. Happy Friday, all you lovely readers.