Time will tell.
In going back and reviewing my blog, several of January '13's entries seem like they could be written in January 2014.
from a post exactly a year ago today;
"This is LA, Not L.A.
We really thought we'd end up working in Atlanta again.
But fate had other things in mind.
I got a job that put me in Baton Rouge for 4 months and Cindy's job landed her in New Orleans."
And that was just the beginning...
" now that we've settled down, we've decided again to get into a routine, which we've all been missing.....back to classes at X-3 Sports; Brazilian Jiujitsu for me; kickboxing for Skye and yoga for the both of us.
It's been in the air.
Since the dawning of the New Year, I have resolved myself to several levels of "re-education".
Besides all of the re-learning I need to do in order to be a decent home-school teacher/co-ordinator for Skye, there is a plethora of endeavors that I am taking on that require my becoming a student again.
We can start with the personal trainer certification, that I'm on the cusp of receiving.
ISSA here I come.
A good friend has some vacant earth that I will be planting in. So I'm back in my eco-world. I'm endeavoring on several levels on composting and permaculture.
I'm also looking into starting a business in the good state of Georgia. I haven't owned a small business for awhile and I look forward to its challenges and rewards.
Oh my, Oh my.."
Another entry dated, 01-13-2014, Jumping in with Clown Shoes I could have written yesterday. I had completely forgotten that I had signed up to run the Georgia Marathon last year, although looking back I can see why I did and then why I didn't end up running.
Oh please my heart, to take a Southern term/stance.
Here's the year, in a flawed format to be sure, however...
We had Snowpocalypse which pretty much shut down Atlanta
I was still in the hunkering down homestead-mode here in Atlanta.
I finished a seedling/worm farm tower and helped move a fire-breathing dragon as well as finally being able to complete The 5 U's of My Unicorn Quest.
And then I got an offer I couldn't refuse.
Well of course I could have, but....
I ended up back in New Orleans decorating a movie yet to be released titled, American Ultra.
It kicked my butt.
Along the way I got to experience Mardi Gras and the Jazzfest, really get to know New Orleans, gain weight, get in the worst shape in my recent memory as well as make some dear new friends and finally get myself a road bike.
Skye and I went an amazing foraging adventure with the Georgia Mushroom Society, which by the way we are members. I started decorating a TV show mid-stream and it turned out well.
But the biggest thing that happened was the rescue /adoption of Prince.
What a wonderful little dude.
A Couple of Fundraisers, Father's Day and a Sweet-Sixteen Birthday
What I really needed weekend before last was to get some R & R. Sleeping in and a massage would have been just what the doctor ordered.
However, it was Father's Day and Skye's birthday.
I flew back to Atlanta on Friday. The girls were flying back from Los Angeles on Saturday night, so I had the next day to shop for Skye's birthday presents.
Sneak Preview 6/29/2014
Coming Soon to a Blog Near You
Now that I'm finally feeling a little more like my old self, after taking the last week to tie up loose ends on the job, recover physically and mentally, reconnect with the family and that some time to reflect and regroup, I can get back to my life before American Ultra.
Except that I can't.
As Heraclitus stated, "you can never step in the same river twice," so it is with where I'm at.
I was prepping a community garden still several weeks before the last frost; now it the beginning of summer and we're less than a week from heading out across the country for one of two transcontinental drives, I'll be embarking on.
Skye was just starting classes at the home-school co-operative. She finished up her classes the week before I got back.
We were all in Atlanta.
Now Cindy will be in New Orleans until November and I have at least 3 trips out west planned in that same time. Where Skye will be is still being worked out. Thank goodness she's as flexible and resilient as she is.
Birthdays, Road Trip and the Bard
What's becoming a regular routine is a cross-country jaunt to Mammoth Lakes after getting just enough of Louisiana summer to want to head west.
I finished up a show in NOLA, we road-tripped across the country, Skye did her Shakespeare camp, we put Cindy on a plane to start a show in NOLA, Skye and I drove on back with just enough time for me to start prepping for Burning Man and another drive across the country.
You know, the norm us.
I've had a love/hate relationship with Burning Man from the outset.
I wish I could get polarized one way or the other, but I'm like dang meth addict with this arts/carnival/party/sexploitation/extraganza week long ho-down.
This one was inlaid with guilt and selfishness and not wanting to be there, while having sacrificed a lot to be there...wait wha.....
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No Rest for .....the
The quote has always left me scratching my head. It's often been almost interchangeable, but the history, meaning, origin, implication, etc.
"No rest for the wicked" (or "No peace to the wicked") is a phrase originating from the Book of Isaiah verses 48:22 and 57:20-21.
There is no rest for the weary.
Prov. Even people who are worn-out must continue to work. (Describes a situation in which a tired person has to do more work.)
The relevancy of this is that when I returned from Burning Man, I was exhausted, but I had to immediately jump into Dad-mode as well as home-school parent-mode all while Cindy is away working on a job in New Orleans.
But I was already exhausted.
I was exhausted before I even left for my 3 week BM excursion.
I've now been back for a little over two weeks and I have felt energized for the first time today.
I had a whole bunch of blog posts in mind.
But then reality kicked in.
And all the duties and chores and just every-day life stuff that needs taking care of.
I went for my first jog since the Burning Man 50k. It was a frustrating 3 mile jaunt, but I'm still glad I did it.
By the time I got around to beginning this post; last night it was around 10 o'clock. I managed to get some scribbling in but nothing coherent enough to put up, even by my reckless standards.
In the Burner community, decompressing after a burn is a very real thing. I think it happens to non-burners as well. For instance after a vacation, or for kids it happens when they go back to school after a summer of freedom.
Because of my experience this year, I didn't think I would have much problem readjusting to the "default" world because I never really allowed myself to be present at Burning Man, however here we are several weeks after the man burned and I am still recovering, decompressing.
Cindy came home for a whirlwind weekend reunion.
We needed to see each other again. It had been way too long.
But we had our own "decompression" issues.
Being apart from each other for as long as we'd been and then trying to catch up, be in the moment and look forward in less than 48 hours. It's a fool errand at best and yet we do a good job at making it harder on ourselves.
The allure of the Appalachian Trail has never been a question to me. When I was in my teens, in my mind it was a foregone conclusion that I would end up through-hiking the PCT(Pacific Coast Trail), the AT(Appalachian Trial), the John Muir trail, as well as at some point summiting Kilimanjaro and Everest. I would also put my foot on Antarctica and every other continent.
Life sometimes doesn't go the way one plans...
When Skye was readying to hook into her second section of the AT with her home-school group, I jumped right in.
Had an amazing experience; can't wait to get back on the trail.
Skye and I went to seminar on mushrooms and then went out foraging a few days later with the Georgia Mushroom Society which we are members FYI; an amazing guest speaker and Skye became the unofficial photographer of the outing.
I started working on a TV show which I took over midstream and it worked out.
Cooked a couple of turkeys.
Biggest event of the month though, and it might qualify for the year was the rescue/adoption of the wonderful little pup known as Prince.
I worked. And enjoyed it.
I spoke at Set Decorating 101 and moved forward with helping establish a Southern chapter of the Set Decorator Society of America.
We did Santa Con.
We did Christmas.
We tried to buy a house and couldn't.
And then made some decisions that we all felt better about.
Had an amazing NYE dinner with the family at our familiar haunt down the block at Barcelona and then continued the festivities with my "Burner" friends at an appropriate end-of-year event Fire in the Sky: NYE with Incendia and Friends