Time has passed in a whirl.  Faster than I expected, though some drives did drag on.  THe festivals have flown by, too close and too quickly to properly mention them.  And now this one.

Once again, Burning Man looms on the horizon.  More accurate to say it has come to the forefront.  For most of the festival season, it has been in my sight, on just the edge.  I have gone through some festivals thinking “I can’t wait for the Burn.”  Perhaps I have become a touch jaded by the hubris of these other festivals.  Not even the small ones.  No, I like the small festivals best of all.  Freezer Burn is like a warm hug from an old friend.  Motion Notion is only really smaller when compared to Shambhala, and I really prefer MoNo.  Some of that is music that characterizes the event, and some of that is the various nitpicking manners Shambhala has devolved into.  Anyways.

These last two weeks have been packed.  After a leisurely week in BC, holing up in cabins and driving the winding roads, my arrival back in Edmonton heralded a time of busy.  With all my sewing attention previously on my business, I found my costume wardrobe rather neglected.  So I rushed out, bought fabric, sewed, bought new hardware, built, and then ran back to five stores for that one little thing I had forgotten.  Then I did it again.

Now, on the eve of our departure, I find myself at loose ends.  Sure, there is packing still to do, and yes, I do have to run to the bank, but otherwise I am at rest.

Hmm, there was that one little project did want to do, but figured I wouldn’t have time…