First observation

I'm stumbling along with this. I'm not sure how to proceed. I've been in my blog spot for about 15 minutes. Not much is happening this time of day, mid-morning approaching lunch-time. One young woman has been reading the Boise Weekly. She's dressed in a white hoodie sweatshirt, jeans and leather tennies. Her auburn hair is pulled into a half ponytail on top of her head. She looks like a college student. She has finished with her newspaper and is now savoring another cup of coffee while she ponders a small spiral-bound pad that looks a bit like a day planner. She seems lost in thought, probably a bit the way I appear.

Behind the counter we have the store manager, a curly-haired and bearded young man of about 26. My favorite Barista is pouring coffee. She, too, is a student at BSU. She's a brilliant and beautiful girl with long dark hair and a ubiquitous smile. Since this person may be with me frequently in this blog, I will refer to her as Steph, although that is not her correct name.

Since I've been here, two male customers who were reading the paper or other reading material have gone their own ways. A woman came to the counter and ordered her usual drink. Steph warned her that the last 4 women who regularly ordered that drink have become pregnant recently. They shared a laugh over this.

Since I have no idea what I'm doing, I think I'll end this now. I'm beginning to think this may not be a good place for an anthropological study, but it's the only place I can count on frequenting at least once a week for the entire semester, aside from classes in which I don't want to be distracted by the active process of observation.