
Sunny and raining at the same time

Spunk giving Gwendolyn a hug and a kiss.

Car crash Tuesday. There were three accidents within a mile’s stretch of Coors Rd. on my way to Tristan’s house this afternoon.

Live Spunk Art

Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (Back-in to get a boost)
Ch-ch-charging, need to be on that super source
Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (I know I might be a bit off course)
Ch-ch-charging, to be charging near an Apple Store
It takes time to charge me
But I can charge fine


Spunk Art

“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery
Breakin’ my mind…” — Five Man Electrical Band

I had to drive into town today to go to the Apple Store to get my iPhone checked out. It’s been eight months or longer since I’ve needed to go to the Apple Store. The Face ID on my iPhone is not working most of the time now. After lots of diagnostics, it turns out the Face ID camera is on the fritz. I dropped the phone a few times in the three years I’ve had it. That probably contributed to the demise of the Face ID camera.
Whenever I go into town, I get culture shock. Most of the streets around the shopping centers in Uptown are torn up and blocked off, so traffic was snarled. Most of the parking lots were filled up, and people were waiting for spaces to open up. I always park in the far lot where few people park because most people are either in a hurry or too lazy to walk a few hundred yards. I pulled into the lot and discovered that the places I usually park are now taken up by Tesla superchargers.

Once upon a time, when cars had wings, you hopped in the driver’s seat, rolled down your window, spread your wings, and flew down the open road without your hair being whipped into a tangle. You could spit out your window and splat the windshield behind you instead of having it blown back in your face. Those days are gone — or are they?

If angels dare tread
Fallen, sent, or otherwise
There’s no going back


Hollyhocks

Lily



This California Root Borer Beetle wanted to hang out in the house with us, but I was afraid we would step on him. He was not happy about me putting him back outside. He said, “But the Angels get to stay!” He had a point.