Non c'ho più banane (I don't have any more bananas)

The above is my new favorite expression.  I learned it from Emilia yesterday.  It means that you're completely exhausted, that it's been a long week/day/whatever and you just can't focus anymore.  Why bananas?  Well, apparently when you don't have anything else to eat, you eat fruit.  Thus, when there's fruit, there's still something, if not much, but once the fruit is gone, there's nothing left at all.  Alternately, the internet says that it's related to the fact that people used to end dinner with fruit (possibly this is what Emilia was saying and I misunderstood).  In fact, there's another expression "essere alla frutta" (to be at the fruit) that means to be running out of  or at the end of something (patience, energy, attention span, possibilities for resolving a problem, etc).  Apparently there was a fad a few years ago involving t-shirts that said "siamo alla frutta" with a picture of a piece(s) of fruit.

Thursday I didn't have any more bananas.  We had a test and two midterms last week, and I didn't plan ahead quite well enough and was up late repeatedly, and also had to get up early four days in a row.  But then I got some sleep, so I'm feeling much better now.  Today I intended to go to the straw-hat-and-other-straw-objects museum for my history of costume and fashion class, but I went to the wrong train station (or rather, went to the train station I meant to go to, but discovered that the train I wanted left from the other one, and at that point there was no way I was going to be able to take a train to get to the other station in time to catch the train to get to the museum more than half an hour before it closed at 12:30) and decided to bag it and go walk along Via dei Mille instead, which has an open air market on Saturdays and lots of little shops nearby.  The weather was gorgeous and the trees have all turned colors:

The sky was actually bluer than  it looks in the picture.  I found myself a mug to use at the Sede (I don't have to make tea in a bowl anymore, hurrah!), a lovely charcoal-grey long-sweater-layer sort of thing (it's sort of the shape of a closely-fitting dress with elbow length sleeves--I could easily wear it with leggings underneath instead of jeans) and some manderini (like miniature clementines, tiny and sweet and SO GOOD.  The smallest are the size of a golf-ball, and the largest about the size of an apricot.  They don't keep, though, so you have to buy a few at a time and eat them that day or at most within the next 24 hours) to have for lunch with the sandwich I packed for the museum trip that didn't happen.  I actually got two pomegranates first, and asked for a few manderini too as an afterthought (I asked for five, he gave me twice that many and then some and didn't charge me any extra--which was great, but now I have to eat 12 manderini in the next 24 hours.  I don't think this will be a problem, as I'm already down to 6) which was lucky, because I realized later that it is physically impossible to open a pomegranate unless you have something sharp and/or pointy, and the only thing remotely sharp or pointy that I had with me was a pen.  Or my house keys.  The keys weren't sharp enough, and I didn't really want to jab a pen into something I was going to eat.

And then on the way home I stopped at the book swap table across from our house, because someone left a massive stack of poetry magazines there this morning.  And I've now tidied my room and gotten some homework done.  I even remembered to stop to get some decent dental floss from the grocery store, because the 99-cent-store dental floss gets stuck in my teeth, which is kind of counter-productive.  Not that you really needed to know that.

But it's been a good day.