Mom to the rescue

I am DEATHLY afraid of spiders.

It’s been this way all my life, ever since my dad INSISTED on catching the spiders in my bedroom in a plastic bag which he SHOOK IN FRONT OF MY FACE before depositing them “safely” outside.

You can imagine my youthful horror.

My mom, on the other hand, is DEATHLY afraid of snakes.

So is The Swede, for that matter.

And just like I’m sensitive to even LOOKING at a picture of a spider, they are sensitive to looking at a picture of a snake.

The other day I was with my mom and we were inspecting the backyard shed, looking for my camping equipment.

It drives me crazy that she RELOCATES all my gear all over the place, but since it’s free storage, there’s not much I can do about it.

So there I am, digging through conduit, pool covers, and tarps when I come across my tent.

Pete (as I like to call my tent) has seen better days.

He’s been to four burns, two unSCruzes, and countless other minor camping trips.

I fear this may be Pete’s last hurrah.

So I haul out Pete lickety split and that’s when I see it. . .

A snake?

A spider?

A mouse?

What was in the shed?

It was a spider.

A big, knobby black widow.

ON MY TENT BAG!

I immediately freaked out.

I told my mom to back out of the shed slowly and I followed her.

She, thinking it was a snake because who would freak out over a teeny tiny spider, backed out rather quickly and asked, “What is it?”

It’s a BLACK WIDOW! I practically screamed at her.

Oh, is that all?

She casually takes off her shoe, steps into the shed, and beats the black widow with her shoe.

There you go!

Just so you know, you can be 44 years old, have two kids of your own, a college degree, and be a relatively accomplished camper and yet MOM STILL HAS TO COME TO THE RESCUE.

Just sayin.

Swimming in color

Even though I didn’t spend a lot of time in my tent at Burning Man, I did spend some time setting it up.

The outside of my tent had my bins organized by category and contents.

tentI later added a shade structure (don’t mind the ass shot)…

tent and tarpThe inside of my tent was decorated in purple and black.

IMG_7514But I’m not feeling purple and black linens for this trip.

I’m feeling COLORS!

colorsAnd even though the theme for Burning Man 2016 is Da Vinci’s Workshop, I’m going to go with my desire and splash a little Indian style all over my tent.

Some of the things I’ve been eyeballing:

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 I also have strings of lights to hang outside the tent along the shade structure to make the area look more festive.

So. Much. Fun.

Decorating Pete

So since all my plans to bring Dolly to the playa have been cancelled, I’m taking Pete – my friend Tejas’ 10′ x 14′ two room tent.

Pete will need some decorating in order to cheer me up from my funk over not taking Dolly, when I had excellent decoration plans for her.

Pete, though sturdy and comfortable, is not very flamboyant or fun, as is.  So Pete is getting a makeover.

Feel free to comment, if you have ideas.

First of all, Pete is getting decorated with fairy lights.  See those external poles?  Well they’re going to get decked out like a fucking Christmas tree with them, in blue, green, and purple.

Just because those are my favorite colors, I decided to run with them.

I will also have a 20′ x 20′ silver canopy over Pete, giving us shade and respite from the heat, however small.

See?  Quite boring.  But when I jazz it up with 12 paper lanterns (which have battery powered lights), and some festive pennant banners, it starts to look a little more cheery.

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And of course, the inside of my tent needs a little love too.  I’ve decided that I’m going to start by decorating Pete’s ceiling with a disco ball and some white fairy lights.  Flip on the switch for the lights, give the ball a twist and voila!  Instant disco party fever.

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Yeah, I can feel the magic starting to happen.  Pete’s going to be a little love tent, that’s for sure!

Bow chicka wow wow…

Dolly is staying home from Burning Man

Yes, it’s true.

I’m not taking my tent trailer to Burning Man.

My friend Tejas came over and took a look around and basically RAINED ALL OVER MY PARADE.

And even though he was probably right, I still wish he’d embraced the Burning Man spirit of making the impossible, possible.

Tejas is an engineer, and he is pragmatic and analytical. He’s the quintessential devil’s advocate. Just like my father.

Whereas I am creative and emotional. I’m the quintessential dreamer.

Yes, I know Dolly needed some work, but couldn’t he envision her the way I envisioned her – as a source of respite, color, and comfort on the playa?

Tejas felt my sadness over giving up Dolly. He offered the use of his tent from last year – a big 10’ x 14’ two room tent I have nicknamed Pete.

So it’ll be me and Pete on the playa.

There are several benefits to taking Pete to Burning Man instead of Dolly.

  • I don’t have to worry about towing Pete to and from the playa.
  • There’s less set up time with Pete.
  • I save money by using Pete.
  • I can ride up to Burning Man in Tejas’ RV The Motorbeast.
  • I can ride the Burner Express to Reno, visit my sister, then fly home.
  • There are much fewer things to worry about breaking.

So Pete has his benefits. It’s only the dreamer in me who envisioned Dolly all decked out on the playa, with fairy lights, new curtains, pennant banners, and disco balls who is disappointed with this turn of events.

I imagine I’ll be taking Dolly out to camp in the coming months just to prove to myself that I can do it and that Dolly can make it in perhaps less extreme environments.

But I’m sad.

Truly sad.