So many minor news items crossed my desk this week that I decided to round 'em up and . . . wrap them all together for you. Yep. It's time for another Friday Fish Wrap!
First, just a Public Service Announcement. Don't forget to turn your clocks forward an hour on Saturday. Generally, I don't like giving up an hour. Ever. But, somehow, I always seem to adjust to the spring-forward time change quicker and easier than I do the fall-back time change. I'm not sure why that is, exactly, but it probably has something to do with my own personal bio-rhythms. (Maybe?)
Anyway. I dislike this time change. But I will definitely appreciate that extra hour of daylight at the end of the day. (I'm trying to focus my attention there. And not on the fact that it will be darker and colder when I wake up in the morning.)
Last week, I mentioned that A Wrinkle in Time was my favorite book as a child. I re-read it (again) this week, and found it to be as delightful as I remember it to be.
I'm leaning toward . . . going to see it, I think. It sounds like the movie follows the book for the most part . . . with a few rather significant changes. Change isn't always bad, though. And some things about the story need to be updated for the audiences of 2018. (The book was written in 1962, and while some things have stayed the same, many things have not.)
Besides, I think I want to embrace and support the first big-budget, blockbuster movie directed by an African-American woman (Ava DuVernay)! I think I'll wait a bit, though. Until some of the hub-bub settles and the crowds thin.
(Besides, this weekend we're off to see Black Panther.)
I've always intrigued by color . . . and the way we perceive color. When I was a kid, I used to wonder if everyone else saw "blue" (for example) the same way I saw "blue." I mean, it was apparent we all identified "blue" as "blue" when we saw it -- but I was curious about the perception. Was "blue" the same "blue" for me . . . and for my sister? Or my friends?
So it was kind of . . . interesting . . . that I married someone who is color blind. Tom has trouble with reds and greens (which, as far as I can tell, he sees as what I would describe as colors along the grey-scale). Now, Tom identifies "red" as "red" -- but it's definitely not the same "red" I see! (Because, like . . . he has trouble picking out a male cardinal at our bird feeder. And he needs to get pretty close up to tell that a poinsettia is "red.")
All that is a preamble to this story I found this week from The Atlantic about the color of tennis balls.
Because . . . yellow, right?
Apparently not to everyone! (This kind of links back to that viral thing about what-color-is-this-dress back in 2015.) (We were all so innocent then, non?) (Just sayin.)
(And, for the record . . . I see yellow tennis balls, and think the dress is gold and white. Tom sees yellow tennis balls, too. But he thinks the dress is blue-ish and brown-ish sort of.)
Fun things I found this week that you don't want to miss:
The Women's Prize for Fiction longlist was announced yesterday. (They always announce the longlist on March 8 - International Women's Day.) (This award used to be called the Orange Prize. I still call it the Orange Prize.)
The #the100dayproject begins April 3. I did this last year, but don't plan to play along this year. Check it out and see if it's right for you. (I can say no and still be a good person. I can say no and still be a good person. I can say no and still be a good person.)
Knitters, don't miss out on March Mayhem over at Mason Dixon Knitting! The "superfancy bracket" is a true Thing of Beauty. (Also an incredible rabbit hole of pattern-dreaming delight.) (A most excellent diversion if you're procrastinating doing your taxes.) (Ahem.) Voting begins next Thursday, March 15.
Back in the days before I had kids, I used to think Mister Rogers was . . . silly. I mean, really. How could "modern-day" kids find any entertainment in a slow-talking, kindly gentleman in a cardigan?
And then I had kids.
And we welcomed the calm and loving presence of Mister Rogers into our home every afternoon. Just when we needed him most. When we were frazzled and tired and over-stimulated. Mister Rogers became my hero!
So. I will be heading to my post office later this month to pick up my own supply of Mister Rogers postage stamps!
Yep. Mister Rogers (along with - admit it, now - kind of creepy King Friday) is getting his own postage stamp!
And . . . that's a wrap! A Friday Fish Wrap!
Have a great weekend, y'all.