Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Driving East-ish

Every time I happen to be driving in a large city at rush hour, I am extremely grateful that I don't live there. I left Seattle yesterday morning at 8:45 when "everyone" was rushing to work. Thankfully, I could be patient since I was simply getting out of town - LOL - and had no deadline. I finally cleared the other side about an hour and a half later before heading somewhat east-ish.





I arrived at my friend's - who needs to remain blogless for personal reasons - house late afternoon after meandering my way and stopping to shop, eat, and journal. That's what I love about traveling alone, doing what I want to do when I want to do it.

My friend and I have talked non-stop since I arrived and it's now 10:20 at night and I'm finishing off the top of a toque - only a few more rows to go - before heading to bed. I've nothing amazing to show but something beyond amazing to celebrate. Friendship and the creativity that connects.

This trip is booked with time to spend with friends I've met through creativity. I'm blessed. And that's my grateful. And there's no quote. And hopefully I'll have more to show and tell tomorrow but right now, I'm off to bed and this will auto post in the morning. Thanks for being a part of my creative journey.

Talk soon - Myrna

4 comments:

  1. Rats Myrna, I forgot to tell you where to get on the Express Lanes out of Seattle. Very sorry. The traffic is nasty on that highway!

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    1. Express Lanes ? ? ? I had no idea. Please share. I'd love to know how to get around Seattle.

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  2. While I'll leave it to Claire to explain how they work and which ones would be helpful to you, I will share that when I lived in Seattle we called them the "Espresso Lanes" which seemed appropriate for the city where Starbucks began...

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    1. Espresso Lanes - LOVE it... especially if I have one to get me through.

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