So as my last post suggested, I was looking forward to a pleasant weekend camping in the woods. This was our last music campout in the woods, a pleasant and small gathering in the valley where I grew up, listening to reggae music. As always, I find it mildly ironic that this sort of gathering is happening there.
This weekend it was all about friends–old friends and new friends. We camped near someone we knew from the old political days thirty years ago; while she didn’t clearly remember us (hey, thirty years without contact can be a while) it was still pleasant (we weren’t close). Plus hey, there was a lot of female and crone energy in our site, which was extremely pleasant.
Normally I try to take some of my stone bead jewelry to this gathering and do low-level barter for fun stuff. This year, I didn’t do it because…well, lots of crazy life stuff this summer, as my posts made clear. I didn’t think it was that popular. Ironically, this year people came looking for it. Lesson to me–always bring the stones. Oh well, it is what it is and I will figure it out eventually.
DH and I went out all three nights to watch meteors. Despite facing southwest instead of northeast (better vision in that direction anyway), we saw lots of meteors, including some spectacular big ones every night. We provided amusement to folks wandering between their camps and the music because they’d ask what was going on and we’d tell them about the meteors.
I spent a lot of time talking to people about neurodiversity, education, and lots of professional stuff. Lots of people at this festival in the field in varying ways, so we talked a lot of shop and agonized over how horrible the current state of affairs is for people of all ages at the margins. I read a couple of very good books, and sketched out some new site additions focusing on neuroscience and neurodiverse teaching options.
Ended up buying a new set of poi (now up to four) and I think I like this new lightweight set of lighted poi. It has the most programming options available for the lights, though they still switch on without warning (I think they’re going to live in a bag for traveling). I danced with the new poi and had a lot of fun with them, plus they can be shortened up enough to spin indoors.
But overall, it was just plain nice to hang out in the woods, listen to good music, and enjoy a relaxed, mellow camping vibe. Unlike all the other big events we’ve done this summer, neither one of us got sick or injured. No one died just before we left to come to this event. No big drama of unexpected weather (Um, does that give an indication of just how crazy things have been? Let’s see. Red Rocks–weather and nasty irritable bowel flare. Country Faire–Lori’s death. Horning’s–DH went into the hospital. Illinois–my bad fall. Bam, bam, bam. Four weeks in a row of craziness).
Nothing like that this go-round. Just a plain mellow, relaxing time with no drama. A lovely quiet time of high summer, hot in the sun but comfortable in the trees.
And now home to a massive batch of windfall Gravensteins (they all decided to fall off the tree, half are sunburned so now I need to do sort and salvage). Then I need to dig garlic. Two weeks left before I go back to work. Yikes. Where did the summer go?
I did not work on the novel or any writing this weekend–it was all about thinking and planning for work and the school year ahead. But at least I finally feel like I am back on track and ready to go. Finally.
And a clear sign that I am ready to go back to being productive–the return of the organized to-do lists. That being said, ’tis time for me to get to it.