Too Much? Well, Not Really.

I just learned / realized / remembered, whatever, that I can share Facebook albums with people not in Facebook. So here are some of the pictures I took at the Burning Man Decompression party in San Francisco on Sunday, October 9th.

Pix of SF Decom

And here are some of the pictures I took at the Burning Man Decompression party in Reno on Saturday, October 15th.

Pix of Reno Decom

There are stories to go along with these but I don't feel like enough of a writer these days to turn what amount to bar tales into travelogs. Instead the experiences will rest in memory until called upon, perhaps when writing a story, or when sparked by something someone says.

The overall story is I am fucking busy these days. This is a good thing: One must get out, out of the house, out of the routine, out of oneself. Another good thing is I now know many people who have no idea how shy I am. It's all good and the writery part of me, which forms one of the most fundamental layers in my personal foundation, will have to lie in wait.

I also love visuals and have a jumpy and easily-bored brain, so the stimulation these events provide are most welcome. Five costume-like parties in as many weekends! But I may skip the one in the middle, which is coming up next. My son will be in town and I will only see him Sunday morning and I know if I go to Auburn on Saturday I won't get to bed until at least 3am.

Yes, it's a phase, no doubt. For years I looked at these things from within my marriage cell and wondered. Now I don't have to wonder. Some form of re-settling down will take place in its own time.