i don't hang around that place no more

so i have been reading storm front the first in "the dresden files" series by jim butcher and i am totally in love with harry dresden. it is actually a little crazy to me how fast i am getting through this book. on the flip side though it makes me want to read some more j.d. robb and get into the real crime solving but harry dresden is a wizard for god's sake. anyway, my point is, i have been reading storm front and thinking about borders. i miss working there to a point but i don't know that i'll ever go back to work there. especially with nursing school and all. mary was always on me about reading "the dresden files" and now that i am reading them i don't work there anymore. it just makes me kind of sad i guess. i know that i bitched about working there. i hated the hours and the monotony and the people most of the time but i did love the job. i got to work with books and i am lucky that i didn't have to clean a bathroom as well. anyway, borders has been on my mind and it all culminates in V's return from alaska and her wanting to get "the borders crew" together and i am really not a part of that anymore. i don't even know what i would say to most of them. "um, hi here is your DVD that i had for like ever." i'll just have to get through it if it happens. anyway, i am now preparing to become a dog for the greater part of my day.

hold the wheel and drive

i have been spending a lot of time in my car recently and when i am driving i tend to do a little reflecting. i do the majority of my sussing out and my pondering while i am driving. especially if i have my cruise control on and there is little traffic. tonight was one of those nights. 77 S was practically empty and i decided to follow my instincts and exit the highway up by bennigans on the hill in montrose (because that is how i measure my life: in restaurants). anyway i exited there because sometimes i just can't drive highway any more and i like to cut straight through town. i'm glad i did because streets of akron were empty. it felt deserted. and just as i was beginning to notice the absence of traffic, "american beauty" the title song from the movie american beauty began to play. (it is the dancing bag theme btw) it just struck me as the perfect music for this moment. i was driving and the streets were wet so everything was doubled and there was no sign of human life besides the stores and streetlights and stuff. so i am driving and i am listening to the song, which i put on repeat, and i am just struck by how perfect the moment is. this is just another one of those times when i am convinced that i am the hero of my own movie. i love the feeling of being completely content and "where i am" at that moment. i wasn't thinking ahead, i wasn't looking behind, i just was thinking about me. now. and then the craziest thing happened, to top it off and i know that nobody is going to believe me but i got completely home from the highway with out stopping once. no joke. i have the best luck with traffic lights anyway but this is the farthest i have made it with out stopping. the farthest before was from mandy's house home but this time i made it all the way from the exit at montrose to my driveway without stopping my car. so the music and the absent traffic and the wet streets and the perfect temp with the windows down and never having to stop made me appreciate my life. it is the little things that make me happy.