It's been just about 2 weeks since I left Burning Man.
For over a week I indulged in a wonderful writing exercise, putting into words that wonderfully bizarre and other world that is Burning Man. It was a ton of fun, the blogging aspect as well as the event, but it was also incredibly limited and focused.
The last couple of days, I've been trying to write my first non-Burning Man post, and suddenly I feel like I'm suffering from ADHD.
When I checked into the land-locked-alternative-reality-all-inclusive-resort that can be seen as Burning Man, I didn't know where my family was going to be when I came out. Cindy had a job that might have her and Skye flying to New Mexico on my first day coming back to the "default" world. Or maybe that project hadn't happened and another one had and the two of them were in any one of the destinations that offer tax breaks and thus have become more likely places for us to find work than in the film-not-capitol that LA has become, ie Atlanta, New Orleans, Santa Fe, and on and on. Or maybe nothing had happened in regards to Cindy's work situation and they were down in LA, staying at a friend's house who fittingly enough was off in Atlanta on a job.
"Where are you and Skye?"
"LA, but things have changed?"
What a Difference a Week Makes and Doesn't
Turns out that in the week I was gone, Cindy's job, which seemed to be on the fast track, is now in the world of complete uncertainty and our host who was going to be in Atlanta until November was being picked up at LAX by Cindy on the day after I was set to return, because the film she was on went belly up.
In a nutshell what this meant was that we had no destination or really any parameters to help inform our life itinerary.
I had to focus on getting my rental van cleaned and returned and my support crew that is Cindy was now unavailable because she was heading to LAX to pick up our wonderfully gracious host.
I ended up on my bike on the very not-bike-friendly streets of LA, commuting from Downtown to the ridge of Mulholland, a trip that amounted to around 15 miles, which is nothing for someone who rides regularly and is properly outfitted.
For someone who hadn't slept much in street clothes and on a so-so bike it was a trek.
I grabbed this snapshot for a dear friend of mine that I had worked with in Atlanta who was from Bangladesh proper.
Surrounded by Art
The friend we're staying with is also a set decorator and has been in her current abode for the last 17 years.
Very different than our reality.
Her house is amazing.
Warm and cozy and yet spacious. Years of history and art and stuff inhabit every square inch of the place.
I took the liberty of clicking of a few pics just to get a sense of our new temporary environs.
We went to have dinner with friends from the home-school community who had moved to Malibu shortly after we left LA for Atlanta.
Skye and I stayed with them for a few days on our first days back from the East coast but Cindy had never seen their new place.
Dinner went late, conversation and wine took us late into the evening and before you knew it we were house guests up in the clouds.
With friends like these.....
we are lucky indeed.
Unicorn Sightings Down
Since being back in LA, I have been overwhelmed with, well so much, I can't put it in words.
I went from having no access to the Internet and thus politics, world events, Facebook happenings and all those things that are now literally at the tips of our fingers to having a back log of all that, the important and the static and all points in between.
The only thing there were markedly less of were topless girls and unicorns. So when I ran across this beer, I of course had to pick up a sixer of it and give it a try.
We have attended a couple of parties and enjoyed dinners with friends since being back and yet we have had our share of having to deal with "reality".
The harshest being our stuff, specifically trying to figure out what to take with us on our undefined journey.
We don't know where we're going or for how long. Skye has an orthodontist appointment in Atlanta in a few weeks, but besides that ....
We have been having to deal with our stuff and our storage of said stuff which happens to be in a warehouse deep in the valley. Dirty and hot, particularly during these days of record heat, so much fun.
And oh the traffic...
LA caught on fire the other day, making the trek up and down the 405 even more special.
It Is A Log
One of the reasons I write this blog is to keep track of things. So sometimes my writings are more than a bit guilty of navel-gazing.
It is Jon-of-All-Trades. It is all about me, from my perspective.
The Road Trip starts tomorrow...
Unless it doesn't
Thanks for coming along for the ride.