Journals

Simple Saturdays

February 11, 2012   

As much as I love the Commons dining hall, it is really nice to have breakfast off the Hill every once in a while.  I just came back from one of the favorite breakfast dining spots in Clinton: Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  It was delicious.  A friend of mine ordered a six-egg omelet.  “My capacity for eating eggs is pretty remarkable,” he said, so he put himself to the challenge.  His plate was cleaned pretty efficiently, as were all of our plates.  It was definitely a great way to start a Saturday.

It snowed just a little bit last night, creating a light layer of powder on the ground.  It didn’t last long.  This morning is just as green and snow-less as all the others, which is just fine with me.  I like being able to walk on the field without snow boots, and the glen is particularly beautiful right now.  I went down the other day to the stream and saw the ice by the water and how it had crystallized into unique formations along the current.  It feels like Spring more than Winter sometimes, with the thaw of ice and the visible ground.

Saturdays are one of my favorite days.  I can work at my own pace – there are no classes interrupting my flow, and I can study whatever I want (unless I have something very critical that is due).  But today is not one of those days.   I’ll be reading sporadically from my human ancestors book.  I just finished an article about human locomotion and bipedalism that really inspired me.  I think I will be in the lab tomorrow examining some bones.

Soon I’m headed off to the library where a few fellow poetry students and I will be rummaging through the older, dusty books to construct some collage poetry.  Who knows what we will find.