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So I'm home.
The drive there was very smooth. I left around 8am Wednesday morning and drove and drove and drove and drove. I stopped when I wanted to for eating (gosh, I love Waffle House) and bathroom, and when Homer needed gas. I got a light misting of rain for about a minute in Texas, and then again about 30 minutes of mist in Georgia. I drove quickly enough to only see clouds from Ivan. The sunset in or around Alabama was gorgeous- there was sunlight illuminating the clouds from below with gold and pink, and even a section of rainbow off to the east. I arrived in Atlanta a little after midnight.
It stormed all day Thursday; Brenda said her flight in that afternoon was nightmarish. Oddly, things went well until about midnight, a couple of hours after the rain stopped then the power went out and stayed out until about 9am Friday. The storm just hauled ass, went through the area, and was gone. We were all pretty well-packed and ready to head out by Friday morn. Brenda and I drove out and checked into our motel room, then parked above the campgrounds for the evening and made a small base-camp in the field. The thinking was, the grounds below were a mud pit, so we might as well stay away from it and since the room was paid for anyway take advantage of bathrooms and showers and such. The sky was fairly clear all day Friday. We went to the ritual that evening and had a good time, then went back to the motel and spent hours having girl-talk with several other Unicorns that had reserved rooms just in case.
Saturday was crystal-clear. Tuan had a class on preparing for death that was very intense and moving. He is an amazing, compelling speaker. He could be a preacher, though he'd probably laugh to hear me say it. May he continue to use his powers for good. I snagged a nice framed picture at an auction and bought some incense, because everyone knows I need more incence (@@). But it was a set of elemental blends that Lady G had made herself, and it was for a good cause, so what the heck. There was a workshop on music in ritual that was interesting. Then dinner, with some interesting conversation with a guy with Harvard's Pluralism Project. I already have an entry on their website from the guy here in Austin, but the fellow in Georgia was keen to discuss the diversity of the pagan community and we seemed to think alike in many ways.
The rest of the evening was spend in long discussions about the Trad meeting that was to be held the next day. There are politics going on that are looking very disruptive and we've all been worrying about it. It was nice to get some other perspectives on what's been going on. The meeting itself ended up being very tense and uncomfortable, and nothing was really resolved. In fact, more questions were raised. It looks like we have a lot of work ahead of us, but I think that it's worth doing. It's just sad that a group of people can't seem to get together with a common task and ever work smoothly. There always seems to be something that fucks it up. Oh well. I shall continue to hope for the best and try to do what I can. At least the weather didn't suck. Though if I had to chose one or the other, I'd've picked sucky weather in a heartbeat. *sigh*
I was feeling drained and disillusioned after, and just wanted to go home. Ellen said she was heading out right then, so I could caravan with her if I chose to. I asked around and made arrangements for Brenda so she had a place to stay and a ride to the airport, and took off right from the campground. We drove until 11pm or so, making it to Meridian, Miss. Since Ellen loves to get up at a leisurely pace, we agreed that I would probably awake at the crack of dawn and take off, while she would get up and go at her own pace. I ended up in Texas when she was barely on the road, and was home before 5pm.
I debreifed the relevant people on what happened, and hub and I spent the rest of the evening and most of last evening catching up on the missed sex and snuggling.
I am glad to be home. I'm glad of my husband. I'm glad I live in Austin. I'm glad.
The drive there was very smooth. I left around 8am Wednesday morning and drove and drove and drove and drove. I stopped when I wanted to for eating (gosh, I love Waffle House) and bathroom, and when Homer needed gas. I got a light misting of rain for about a minute in Texas, and then again about 30 minutes of mist in Georgia. I drove quickly enough to only see clouds from Ivan. The sunset in or around Alabama was gorgeous- there was sunlight illuminating the clouds from below with gold and pink, and even a section of rainbow off to the east. I arrived in Atlanta a little after midnight.
It stormed all day Thursday; Brenda said her flight in that afternoon was nightmarish. Oddly, things went well until about midnight, a couple of hours after the rain stopped then the power went out and stayed out until about 9am Friday. The storm just hauled ass, went through the area, and was gone. We were all pretty well-packed and ready to head out by Friday morn. Brenda and I drove out and checked into our motel room, then parked above the campgrounds for the evening and made a small base-camp in the field. The thinking was, the grounds below were a mud pit, so we might as well stay away from it and since the room was paid for anyway take advantage of bathrooms and showers and such. The sky was fairly clear all day Friday. We went to the ritual that evening and had a good time, then went back to the motel and spent hours having girl-talk with several other Unicorns that had reserved rooms just in case.
Saturday was crystal-clear. Tuan had a class on preparing for death that was very intense and moving. He is an amazing, compelling speaker. He could be a preacher, though he'd probably laugh to hear me say it. May he continue to use his powers for good. I snagged a nice framed picture at an auction and bought some incense, because everyone knows I need more incence (@@). But it was a set of elemental blends that Lady G had made herself, and it was for a good cause, so what the heck. There was a workshop on music in ritual that was interesting. Then dinner, with some interesting conversation with a guy with Harvard's Pluralism Project. I already have an entry on their website from the guy here in Austin, but the fellow in Georgia was keen to discuss the diversity of the pagan community and we seemed to think alike in many ways.
The rest of the evening was spend in long discussions about the Trad meeting that was to be held the next day. There are politics going on that are looking very disruptive and we've all been worrying about it. It was nice to get some other perspectives on what's been going on. The meeting itself ended up being very tense and uncomfortable, and nothing was really resolved. In fact, more questions were raised. It looks like we have a lot of work ahead of us, but I think that it's worth doing. It's just sad that a group of people can't seem to get together with a common task and ever work smoothly. There always seems to be something that fucks it up. Oh well. I shall continue to hope for the best and try to do what I can. At least the weather didn't suck. Though if I had to chose one or the other, I'd've picked sucky weather in a heartbeat. *sigh*
I was feeling drained and disillusioned after, and just wanted to go home. Ellen said she was heading out right then, so I could caravan with her if I chose to. I asked around and made arrangements for Brenda so she had a place to stay and a ride to the airport, and took off right from the campground. We drove until 11pm or so, making it to Meridian, Miss. Since Ellen loves to get up at a leisurely pace, we agreed that I would probably awake at the crack of dawn and take off, while she would get up and go at her own pace. I ended up in Texas when she was barely on the road, and was home before 5pm.
I debreifed the relevant people on what happened, and hub and I spent the rest of the evening and most of last evening catching up on the missed sex and snuggling.
I am glad to be home. I'm glad of my husband. I'm glad I live in Austin. I'm glad.
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Date: Sep. 22nd, 2004 10:05 am (UTC)From:I am trying to figure out what to do Friday. Do you want to go to the lake? I am not sure what my energy level will be like but I can always just lay in the sun.
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