Cleaning out the Head

I went for a brisk walk outside this evening and was amazed at how much it relaxed me . . . and how my mind wandered. Due to weather, and Will's presence the last few weeks, I have been walking on a treadmill at the gym after dark - and it's just not the same.

In a gym there is music with a fast beat playing constantly. There are no less than 20 televisions, all on different channels. And the people; I could watch them all day. So, while the time passes fast, and I get my work out, the walk doesn't clear my head the way a walk outside does.

And apparently it needs cleaning, if the thoughts that popped up today are any indication.

First, I thought about how a friend of mine got engaged New Years Eve next to a bomb fire. Which led me to thinking about . . .

How she bared her boobs to us women on a dare, also at the bomb fire. Which led me to thinking about . . .

How another party guest showed us girls her new Victoria's Secret bra while we were in the house. Which led me to thinking about . . .

How a different party quest showed us her implants and suggested we squeeze them - she paid extra for the soft kind. Which led me to thinking about . . .

How women over 40 seem to have no issue baring them selves above the waist when surrounded by other women of the same age. (And this isn't the only party I've been to where boobs were flashed.) Which led me to thinking about . . .

How at our age we've all been through so much; birth, nursing, doctors, motherhood. It's amazing we have any modesty at all. Or, maybe it's that the upper body has simply ceased to be 'dirty' to us. It's just a part of the body; like utters on a milk cow. Which led me to thinking about . . .

An episode of American Dad I watched with Steve the other night where a mother cow in the field was shooing her calf away, encouraging him to go out on his own. And how the 'dad' was using this example to demonstrate how a mother should let her children go. Which led me to thinking about . . .

What an ass he was. But then I remembered, in this episode he actually got a vasectomy without telling his wife. Then he lied and they 'tried' to make a baby for months before she found out. Which led me to wondering . . .

If Steve was hiding anything from me. Which led me to thinking about . . .

How Steve 'felt' the need to carry a gun around with him all day on Friday - like something bad was going to happen. Which led me to thinking about . . .

Steve's sanity . . .

About this time, I realize my walk was over. I walked two miles and officially 'cleared my head' as the case might be. And when I looked back at the crap that had been stored there, I came to the conclusion that I should clear it out more often.