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Whew--went up to Santa Rosa with emmalyon and my inlaws today. I'm tired and I wasn't even the one driving this time! I think it was due to the warm sun and hanging out on the terrace of the Schulz Museum that was making me sleepy...

I posted a few pictures at my Tumblr site, but thought I'd post a few here as well...



A small collection of paperback collections of Peanuts strips. I grew up on these things--I actually recognized the covers of many of these--and would read them constantly.




A bee hanging out with the cherry blossoms at the museum.



Close-up azalea at the museum.




A Famous Bridge peeking over the hills, with San Francisco in the background.




I can, in fact, see my apartment from here! Taken from a lookout in the Marin Hills across the way, which I can see from Spare Oom. From foreground to background: Baker Beach, Richmond District, Golden Gate Park, Sunset District.

31: National Poetry Month Entry A

April First
You know better than to joke on a Friday
Especially when it's been one hell of a spring season
Come on, let's you and me forget the day we've had
Have a beer, talk about this great weather
Let's open up and listen and laugh and play
And forget we're another month older

April Too (1991)
By then the snow had gone away
And we'd let go of each other for the
first? second? third time?
I didn't know, I was too damn moody at the time
But the music...ah, the music lifted me.
The music of that year started so excitedly
The emergence of that British pop scene,
All those guitar washes, full of reverberation
All those voices echoing, that wall of Spectorian sound
It was April too, when I got over myself
It was near the end of sophomore year
She and I started hanging out in a lopsided friendly affair
Nothing between each of us except laughter and fun
Someone to hang out with down in those cool cellars
And upstairs in your breezy loft apartment
Nothing but movies and music, and that's all I needed
Oh April, I remember your sounds well
And I always come back to you now and again
Just to listen, just to remember
That spring into summer where everything was okay again

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