Diamonds On the Inside

I couldn’t string together any logical thoughts today and couldn’t think of anything to say in a post, so I am just now getting to this. That doesn’t mean I have anything to say in particular, just that I am posting.

Today was hectic and I am thrilled to be home. The sun shone after two days of rain and I am grateful for the Vitamin D and cheer.

All packed for camping and now I am in the “What about this?” phase of preparation, meaning I am now putting senseless stuff in my bag. You know, a few extra re-sealable baggies, another towel or two, maybe a few extra tea bags. . . and so the fight begins. Cynical, an underpacker, and Ragged, the overpacker, start to lock horns. It’s how we begin each trip. We end each trip with lots of laundry. Not a good balance.

I am horrible at packing and always tend to bring waaaaaay more than we need or want. However, if you need a mallet, an extra set of batteries or a tourniquet, I am your girl. I was a Girl Scout forever, so sue me.

I have been listening to a CD I made for my 34th birthday. And, it’s pretty good if I do say so myself. I may have to market this baby. Let me make this very clear: I love Ben Harper. I think I have played, “Diamonds On the Inside” at least 10 times over the past 24 hours. Cynical will maintain tune control during our drive this Friday, so I have to cram in as much of “my kinda” music as possible before the one hit wonders blare from the car speakers.

That’s it. I told you I couldn’t put together a rational, logical thought and you read it anyway. Why, thank you!

I took the photo above in our downtown area. I shot it from a rooftop and just liked the shape and design. It's part of a building that was water filled during the flood of 1937. When I found it today it reminded me of what New Orleans is going through, to a very small degree.