Cheesesteaks and Granola

Yep cheesteaks. With onions and peppers (the kind in the jar called "sweet and sassy" - gotta' love that) and provolone cheese, not that cheez whiz - yuck.  The Phillies lost last night and, no, I don't actually care that much. Don't get me wrong, I love the Phillies. Just not a big sports fan and so my Phillies-love in sort of unconditional. Nobody really understand this about me. They can win or lose for all I care. It's a Philly thing to love 'em and to eat cheesesteaks. ("Yo! How'ya'doin?)

Home Grown Mossy-Goodness. More about the
Wabi-Sabi nature of Autum in a future post.

Off I go on Tuesday across the continent to Washington State. It's really like going to a different country for me. First, all of that rugged, majestic beauty and the walrus and the buffalo and the trees there are all different. The moss blows me away. Glory be, I do love moss. I WILL take my shoes and socks off to walk on it, run my hands over it and bury my face in it (aaachhooo). Also, the clothes on the West Coast are different - all crunchy Birkies and socks. Folks are sooooo cool: carrying their messenger bags on the ferry and wearing jeans and cords and groovy sneakers to work; all laid back and simple and nature-y. It does seem less rushed and crazy in the great Pacific NW. 

Around these parts you could drive west or south for about two hours and find yourself in a totally different culture. Once you get away from the east coast cities you are plopped down in a different world with different ways, food and accents. Rural Pennsylvania is pretty much the Midwest from my vantage point.

I'm going make-up free cross-country (gasp) and with only ONE pair of (sensible) shoes. No laptop will weigh me down (omg). Hey, if my accountant can go to Italy for two weeks in the middle of our audit, I can certainly go for a week without my computer. How many art-related emergencies are there? No TV at Port Townsend, WA. Cell phone reception is iffy. I say "yea." I yearn to be in a bubble. To teach, to write and journal, to sew and read, to relax with friends and be quiet.

Whatta'ya' think? Could you be cut off from technology for a week?

I'll be back in a week (or so) with loads of pictures and tales of travels. Hopefully, all of my glitches happened today when every single travel plan I arranged fell to pieces and needed to be rearranged. Not a fun tale but, thankfully (and hopefully) over.
Ciao, Diana