Just a blink or two ago, I was fully unplugged — on the flip side of the continent from my workaday world.
Slow is how I like my annual break not just from L.A. but from “L.A. me,” the one who can be traffic tense, overbooked, chained to her cellphone, the one who I’m guessing might share traits with L.A. you.Modern fingers are twitchy. So are modern minds. They jump and flop, thoughts tumbling into each other like over-sugared kids in a bounce house.
I always knit. It doesn’t matter what. I like the way it occupies my hands while my thoughts float free. So too with my cabin cooking. I make Bolognese and mac and cheese and other comfort food for which I long since stopped needing recipes. When it gets chilly, as it often does, I curl up the way I might at home with a TV show and watch logs crackle in the wood stove.I guard this time fiercely. It’s my refueling. I draw on it all year long.
I am so lucky, I know, to have a place to escape to, lucky that my parents long ago claimed this slice of coast and woods for our family. Lucky that their vision for the spot was not to re-create year-round creature comforts — as some other summer people in the area did, with their stereos and microwaves.
LATimescitybeat You can take mini breaks in L.A. all of the time. check out the county parks Mini breaks even for 1 day are so relaxing.
LATimescitybeat Everytime I push the back button to exit an article it makes me exit 2x...I have a love hate relationship with tech.
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LATimescitybeat I was born here, you bitch. There is no other me.
LATimescitybeat She lives a sad life and should find better work-life. Even her diligent and earnest work is firewalled.