Yeah, I call myself Pragmatist in this diary, and I am that. But a lot more, too. I had a lonely childhood and my books and drawings were my companions. It wasn't that I was neglected or didn't have friends. I was shy and a dreamer. But I grew up.

I need to apologize to my sister for slip of the fingers when I implied that Tucson storms from the Gulf of Mexico came from the southwest. And I had a map open right in front of my face when I typed that. Storms from the Gulf of California come from the southwest, but the Gulf of Mexico is definitely southEAST of Tucson. Sorry, Sis. My bad.

And Ironweed from Pennsylvania--thanks for your comment. I wanted to read you, but Search couldn't find you. I tried three times. Where are you?

Well, I don't know how big that ball bearing would have to be. I'm no engineer. But I can see that thing bopping down the slope, bouncing off of boulders, and smacking down pine trees. Have to be a pretty big ball, wouldn't it.

Well, as I said before, it would probably land in a gulch and go nowhere.

How do flowers know when it's time to peek up from the ground and bloom?

Shalom, and y'all have sweet dreams.