'dreaming southern'

one of my great joys working at the bookstore is getting to, for lack of a better word, subject the general public to my music choices. it hearkens back, i guess, to my days as a DJ. i'm also enjoying bringing older CDS with me to work and "redeiscovering" them. today's picks are moby's "18″, fiona apple's "when the pawn…", beth orton's "central reservation", and nirvana unplugged. a very nice mix and a reminder of how much i love each of these albums, particularly the last. i have definitely been one of those slightly scary people who is sining/humming slightly louder than under their breath tonight. i wonder if it's scaring people away, but don't really care too much if it is.

i've been really clumsy today. i keep dropping books and knocking into things. i feel as though my equilibrium is a little off. funny to feel that way now as for almost 2 weeks i think i had water trapped in my ear from a swimming pool excursion. i didn't feel particularly off balance then, though i did feel slightly elderly when i kept having to ask people to repeat themselves. then one day i woke up and it was gone, although i did not notice it immediately. i wonder how all that works.

i find myself strangely and perhaps uncharacteristically enamored with the quaint little town of which i will soon be a resident. staunton has cute little stores, two movie theaters (one first-runs one artsy), a drive-in, lots of little coffeehouses and cafes. it has its own playhouse, a gorgeous park (with pool - yay!), and tons of hills for excursions with one's dog. i wish i were already there.