Nothing Better...

There's nothing better ... than this!

We did get to the beach in Santa Barbara. I even knit on the beach in Santa Barbara. Luckily I was wearing jeans (who knew it was foggy all the time in Santa Barbara?), or else I'd be as sunburned and miserable as Mike's mom, who was wearing shorts. See, the thing is, the sun comes out after it's foggy and cold all morning!

I'm still working on the legs of the Chevron socks. I didn't knit on the way home, but I didn't drive either. Mike drove the whole way, and I read aloud to him. We love books on CD, but didn't bring any on this trip. We're reading The Partly Cloudy Patriot by Sarah Vowell, a contributer to This American Life, our favorite radio show. (On the way across the country, we listened to Bushwhacked by Molly Ivins, Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser, Among Schoolchildren by Tracy Kidder, and Harry Potter, the first one. It was a long trip.)

Now we're at home, listening to the helicopters flying overhead to the forest fire across the canyon (don't worry- we can't see any smoke yet- although we think we can smell it), and Mike is installing the new appliances his mom bought. If I can stop reading A Widow For One Year for long enough, maybe I'll get some knitting done this weekend.