August from Lynne and Christy -- Burning Man

These might be the last two August envelopes. October is historically a rough month. It's the beginning of the end of gardens and crops. It's the beginning of the holiday (frenzy) season - at least in the stores. It seems like there is a fair amount of grumbling about holidays. I'll refrain from adding to the grumbling. I have enough to grumble about - adhesives and the logistics of building 24 art projects at the same time. Luckily I have people helping - but my skill at managing a team is rusty. Everyone is being polite - but I wonder how they really feel about the whole project. Feel free to tell me. You may leave an anonymous note in the comments.

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Let's talk about Burning Man. I have been following it for years. In my 40s, I was even interested in attending - after I found out that there was a theme camp which was a Burning Man Post Office. I loved everything about the event - how it was born out of random creativity and grew into something that almost got too big and trendy. I spent way too much time reading through all the different camps and their themes. The large art installations were a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

Mother Nature stepped in a couple years ago and dumped really bad weather on them - and I think that has  deterred some of the wanna-bees. This year started out with some serious rain and mud. I'd been watching daily updates posted by a person who was literally stuck-in-the-mud. 

And then - on Saturday - there was an item all over the internet that a woman who did not realize that she was pregnant had a surprise baby in her camper. Fortunately, as her husband realized what was happening, he was able to round up an obstetrician and a nurse before the Burning Man medics even arrived. According to the article - the obstetrician was in his underwear..... and then, here is my favorite line in the whole article:

The medics drove the baby to a medical tent, and Mr. and Ms. Thompson, along with the OB-GYN in his underwear, followed behind in the back of a random pickup truck, Mr. Thompson said.

Maybe by the time this blog post pops up, the ob-gyn will have been a guest on all the talk shows so we'll get his perspective on the whole event.

And we need to know what the Thompsons named their baby girl. Bernice? (Burn-eece - get it?)

In some ways, I've turned my ofrenda project into a bit of a burning man event - something that brings like minded people together for artsy stuff.