Sunday Night Check-In: Scattered Pictures … Scattered Brain


My brain is scattered all over the place tonight. My weekend went by too fast. I spent a lot of time making myself busy so I didn’t have to feel or think. It didn’t necessarily work 100%, but it did work somewhat. Now, I’m left with an uncleaned house, a scattered brain and the Sunday night blues. I feel like this dog right now. It’s sometimes the little bitty problems in life that send me running for the covers.


I did have some fun this weekend. I enjoyed exploring my Backpacker magazine. In fact, I finished one issue and started another today. The section on women and backpacking was particularly enlightening. I learned that one reason women cry more than men is that our tear ducts are smaller. 18% of women admitted to crying on a backpacking hike. I also learned that it is much safer to hike alone in the backcountry than it is to walk in a city at night by yourself. I suppose I knew that already, but it was good to have it reaffirmed. And women are more afraid of crime than men, but the reality is that men are much more likely to be victims of crime than women. Oh yeah… because women don’t take as many risks, they most often live when they are in a nature “rescue” situation. Men decide they can figure out what to do, and die more frequently because of their egos making bad decisions.


I also found out that marketing adult novelties in Backpacker magazines has a pretty simple strategy. Strategy: Put a pack on a blonde gal with big boobs. (More evidence as to why more men make poor decisions. Poor focus.)

Me and my friend Pam.
Me and my friend Pam.

I did have some fun with friends this weekend. I met my old college friend Pam in Hammond, and we shopped and had a long, leisurely lunch. It was fun, and we had a chance to catch up on the last two years. We decided we definitely have to get together more often and even made some tentative efforts to plan some dates. I also got to have brunch with a new girlfriend and go condominium-hunting with another. I needed my gal pal time this weekend. My scattered brain really needed to rest somewhere, and my friends know how to be there for me. In that way, I was fed.

A treat this morning toward the end of my run.
A treat this morning toward the end of my run.

I happened to find out that “A Walk in the Woods” is being pre-screened in Baton Rouge tomorrow night as part of the Louisiana International Film Festival. I signed up and got tickets as quickly as I could. I’m not a member, so I’m not sure how this is going to work, but I’m really looking forward to seeing this movie. It looks hilarious, and I thought it was a serious book. Apparently, it’s a bit wacky. I really want to read it now. I’ve only been putting off reading it for about 15 years. I’m super-excited to be seeing this on a Monday night, especially when I’m not ready to go back to work tomorrow. It will give me something to look forward to when I get up tomorrow.

This morning’s run… down by the River and around the Capitol.

It’s all quiet here in the house. I think I’m going to head to bed early and read some more of the Backpacker magazines. They really are interesting, and the Hiking Club meeting is this week, too. I’ll get a big dose of vicarious hiking this week with the reading, the movie and the club meeting. It’s too hot again to hike anyway. The chill in the air has evaporated into the boiling sauna again. Please … please … please.... cool down soon.

The pics in the blog are some pics from a walk last night downtown and my run this morning. They’ve made a lovely little sitting space down on the levee by the river. If you are in Baton Rouge, you should grab a coffee and go sit down by the riverside. Watch the barge traffic go by. It’s a relaxing and beautiful way to start or end your day.

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