April has, as it often does, slipped fleetly out from underneath me and I find myself in May. It's not all that surprising , what with all the trips to a fro and general busyness in the form of wedding showers and readings and art openings and birthday festivities. April has vanished again, but this weekend has been the warmest, mildest span of weather in a while. I've been doomed to two library shifts, but I've been wallowing a bit in the warmth outside and walking about (well, as much as I can with the NFL nonsense parked in the park across the street.) Now that summer is more than just this strange mirage, I've been making my summer itinerary of things I want to do hell or high water --The Printers Row Book Fair, movies in the park, the Randolph Antique Fair, beach cookouts. Meanwhile, inside, I've been working on layouts and writing up interview responses and attending to general press business. I've making cool little found zines for the zine exchange (
see above). I've been working on the blonde joke poems and some of the
strange machine pieces. I've been thinking about summer clothing purchases (and maybe making a couple--
see below), stocking up on sandals, and putting away my winter things. Bring it on.
