The other day I was coming home from grocery shopping and we passed a concrete manufacturer and I wondered, How do they make concrete? Which led to a totally disjointed question, how do hummingbirds pull nectar from flowers and how much do they pull out every stop? I wondered how sounds and singing can be captured and put on disks and on computer chips and what exactly do they mean when they say light is both a wave and a particle?
It was then the clouds darkened around me and I realized how much I don’t know about the workings of the world — about climates and thunderstorms and how cells can turn into a lung or a foot or how to build an automobile or how flowers develop from plants. I don’t know how chemical reactions work in turning flour and water and yeast into bread, why carrots are orange, or how to make fire without a lighter.
As you can see, it doesn’t take much for me to get overwhelmed these days.
I don’t know if it’s an age thing or an ADHD thing or a bored wondering on the drive home thing, but my lack of understanding is overwhelming, to say the least.
I know — NONE of us know everything, or even a fraction of everything. We’re busy staying in our lane driving our car or making sure we don’t burn ourselves when taking a pan out of the oven. It’s all I can do to brush my teeth twice a day so I don’t develop gingivitis, although I don’t know the details of how that develops, either.
All this information overload makes me realize just how precious the human mind/brain is. How it came up with these ideas in the first place. Those minds who figured out how to make 20 story buildings stand and brave the weather and hold thousands of people. The minds who took aluminum and titanium and shaped it into huge machines that can move fast enough to ride the air up into the sky, or how a computer went from being the size of a room to a chip that can sit on your fingertip.
After a while I have to stop all this mind wandering and go back to vacuuming the living room or go pull weeds out of my outdoor potted plants …. activities my mind can handle without much effort.
I enjoy wondering about things, and I am satisfied enough that I know so little. It gives me the inspiration to read, watch, and ask Google for answers I’ll never have. It also makes not knowing about life and death and the afterlife okay, too. No one knows everything.
It makes me laugh at those who think they know it all….
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Once again I have been running around between states, this time watching my grandson compete in trap and skeet, finding little time for catching a breath and avoiding the smoke that is billowing down from Canada.


















































































Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy













































































One of my favorite shows on the telly these days is the original Japanese show Iron Chef (on Tubi). Starting back in 1993, these chefs went beyond creative and sophisticated to a realm of cooking I’ve never experienced. It’s like they existed in another world. Iron Chef spawned later shows such as Iron Chef America and Iron Chef Thailand, but none had the exotic depth of the original show.






























Greetings friends and drifters!
Things! Things! Everybody loves things! Especially when they are odd and unique and accessible through Sunday Evening Art Galleries!
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It seems many of us are never satisfied with our work.












Early this morning, I’m sitting here listening to Beegie Adair, a marvelous piano player who is a master at playing songs long gone by (she can be found on You Tube), thinking of a half-asleep thought/dream I had last night.
There is nothing more breathtaking than precious stones. Not only things made from them but shades of them in nature and in our own houses.
















































