Some Things Which Have Recently Made My Day:

Well, it's Senior Week. Also known as "High Heels and Free Wine" Week. It's been kinda up-and-down with grief over leaving, stress over leaving, and hormones, but there have been some pretty awesome things as well. In fact, I made a list.

1) Coffee/Brunch at the Med with Steph on Sunday.
YAY for Huevos Rancheros.

2) The Seminary Co-Op Booksale
I bought Moreland and Fleisher's Latin, favored by the University of Toronto, as well as a reader of Medieval Latin and two books of poetry.

Corollary to #2) Yehuda Amichai
I opened the book to see what I thought of his poetry, and I couldn't stop. I just stood there on the library ladder in the co-op, reading.

From The Language of Love and Tea with Roasted Almonds:

1.
Layla, night, the most feminine of all things, is masculine
in Hebrew, but it is also the name of a woman.
Sun is masculine and sunset feminine,
the memory of the masculine in the feminine, and the yearning
of a woman in a man. That is to say: the two of us, that is to say: we.
And why is Elohim, God, in the plural? Because All of Him
are sitting in the shade under a canopy of vines in Akko,
playing cards. And we sat at a table nearby and I held your hand
and you held mine instead of cards, and we too
were masculine and feminine, plural and singular,
and we drank Arab tea with roasted almonds, two tastes
that didn't know each other and became one in our mouth.
And over the cafe door, next to the sky, it said:
"Not Responsible for Items Forgotten or Lost."

10.
Every woman in love has the face of the Virgin Mary, mother of Jesus,
in the pietas. She remembers what happened to another woman
in another time, she remembers even what has not
happened yet, the future already belongs
to her memory. Pain and joy yoked together.
She knows about the death of the dead man as he lies in her arms,
and she knows about the resurrection of the dead in her arms.
She too is the precision of pain and the blurriness of joy.

3) Pistachio petit-fours at the President's Reception.
I mean, once you get over the fact that eating petit-fours makes you feel like an American Girl "Samantha" doll, they really can be one of the best dessert pastries out there.

4) Senior Week trip to see The Second City
My favorite sketch was definitely one about two IRA members trying desperately to get themselves on the No-Fly list in an airport, and failing miserably. The sketch culminated with the song, "No One's Scared of an Irish Terrorist Anymore." The Haberdasher'd One and I were seated beside Mr. James Beatty. I had forgotten how much fun it is to watch James watch something that he thinks is brilliantly funny. He just freezes, with his mouth open, as they build up to the punch-line. It's fun to watch anyone enjoying themselves that much.
Regret of the evening: not staying in the area with the Haberdasher'd One to drink coffee and read. It looked like a charming if yuppified neighborhood, and that could have been much fun. Unfortunately, I was both feeling ill and lacked a book.

5) Roller-skating with Carolyn
I am a terrible roller-skater. I hadn't been skating of any sort since Sophomore year of High School, and stopped going to Roller Skating Birthday Parties/Field Trips when they closed the Rolladium in Daily City. Despite my anxieties about people running into me, I did enjoy myself and am now treating my sore muscles with advil. It also brought back many a memory of: the Rolladium, my childhood roller-skates (the first pair had unicorns on the side, the later pair were Barbie roller-skates), and attending the birthday party of My First Crush in, oh, second grade. They issued us all arcade tokens as part of the Party package, but I had no interest in Streetfighter arcade games from 1989, so I took my token home and put it in a special box for safekeeping as a memory of my beloved (if, as Gioanna was quick to point out, somewhat runny-nosed) First Love.