SC in the rain and shine

When people ask me what the best thing about New Zealand was I say, "Seeing Mykle again." It had nothing to do with NZ, it was just the place we happened to be. It was a green and growing place, but it could've been the desert for all I cared. Just to see his skin and his wild eyes and his solid shoulders again, that's all that mattered. We grin like fools and blow kisses at each other.
Now we are here in the comfort and sleepy rainy town of Santa Cruz. Today is the rare second day of sun, the air is still cool, but the sky is blinding blue. Last night felt like summer; we got fish tacos and margaritas at Palomar, walked to the cafe and sat on the sprawling Victorian porch. The world walked by and joined us at our table. I was stuck inside one of those social confrontations where I am hapy and stoked to be among large groups of my friends, but have nothing to say. When I am not outgoing people ask me what is wrong. That's just the side effect of being a social-butterfly-motormouth most of the time. To think- I used to be PAINFULLY shy! It went along with my "sheltered and scared of everything" theme. I would get scared of a "feeling" I had about a place. I would get scared of a person, because I was poking around in their parent's woodshed and found a horror paperback novel. I would never sleep at a house again because I heard that a person who formerly lived there didn't like children. Every person was potentially a hitchhiker-killer, or more frighteningly, someone who might get mad at me and call me a name. A name like "stupid". Yikes.
I digress, as usual. I am blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life, and to usually have so much to say to them.

I am excited; my dear Michelle is probably coming down this weekend to enjoy the soft carpet (I must lie on it ALL THE TIME, in front of the fireplace while knitting; you can see we have been enduring the rain in style), the beautiful dripping gardens, the banks of clouds and wet streets. Staying here is so wonderful, every dish has it's place, we have somewhere to cook for people who have fed us a million times....I guess this is what it's like to live in an actual house. Who knew I would ever appreciate having "space to entertain". We are so adult now, instead of buying a 12 pack of beer and ordering a pizza, Mykle roasts a chicken and we have wine and candles surrounding our meals. It's classy.

ENTERTAINING MYSELF: I just bought the new Fiona Apple and the new Cat Power albums. I'll let you know how they are.
I am STILL reading "The Last Six Million Seconds". It's great, but hard to read if you leave it in your friends car for a week.
We saw V is for Vendetta on Sunday with Pete, Lucia, Cooper, Jordan, Dana, Jesse and Evan (Whew!). I sincerely cried twice. Once was during the exact scene in the book where I burst into tears while reading it on the airplane. It's pretty good, the movie is. The hero of the book is a terrorist who blows up government buildings. Needless to say, it's sort of shocking that this move was MADE in this day and age.
I finished knitting my caterpillar-fur headband, and now am going to try lacy stuff done with a misty leaf-green mohair I got in New Zealand.
I have to stop this computer stuff. If I am on Mykle's laptop for longer that 15 minutes he starts getting antsy. Haha!