
You’re Bothering Me



The people who put out the Spin Scooter arrange them so the scooters make interesting patterns.
Speaking of wheels, my little “green” red sports car got 40.2 mpg (17.09 kpl) driving 339.6 miles (546.53 kilometers) the last tank of gas. I got on Trip B resetting the trip meters when I realized I hadn’t taken a photo of the instrument panel. I ran a manual calculation of my mpg (8.5 gallons over 339.5 miles — 339.6÷8.5=39.95 mpg), which is pretty close to what the car’s computer calculated. Not bad at all.

Everybody wants to get in on the Off Center & Not Even music scene these days. We came across a group of toads (Bufo woodhousii) in the bosque last night that call themselves The Kaleidoscopic Croakers, which is rather obvious from the photo I took of them under the light of our phones. They croaked out a bluegrass-like tune for us that they call A Chorus of Crazy Croaking.


Over hill, out of scale, on a dry and rocky trail, a red ant carries a bee. Over logs, over rocks, a little ant hopscotch, dusk falls and the ant carries on… Then it’s hi hi, he he, here in the bosque, only one ant a silent drone. For wherever he goes, the ant always knows, he carried that bee all alone.

The common name of this Colias philodice butterfly is Clouded Sulfur.







CODA is Spunk’s first solo release. He catches his tail, carries it around, and sings us a musical tale about his tail a cappella. Spunk and I decided we needed arrange a funky tune to complement his Dumpsta-Spunk singing style.
