Take a drive with me! A commute, some thoughts ...and lots of chickens.

Lately, I wondered if I'd forgotten how to write..... Of course, the stories still appear in my mind, but it's often at the most unexpected, inconvenient moments. Then, before I can write them down they get lost again and I briefly wonder if my memory is going (of course, it is - isn't yours?). I optimistically assume that we're all a bit forgetful, but then I worry that a part of me has drifted off and I might not be able to find it and bring it back again.

But then, as I drive to work, I find my mind wandering and wondering all these funny, random thoughts. It reminds me that the writing is still there - and that life is still pretty damn amazing!

Here you go - take a wander along the road with me....

• Is that a rubber chicken hanging over the telephone wire?

• Are those really lily pads growing in that manky pond on the side of the road?

• How neat is that!

• Will there be frogs sitting on the lily pads tomorrow when I pass by?

• I wonder if I can stop and take a photograph of the lily pads while I'm stuck in traffic?

• Are those ravens or vultures peering down into that chimney?

• I wonder if the homeowner knows they are there?

• What on earth are they looking at?

• Is that a lemur on the side of the road?

• Did the lemur escape from the zoo?

• Should I call the zoo and see if they're missing one of their lemurs?

• Oh, it's not a lemur. It's a dead skunk. How sad...

• I must get my eyes checked.

• Lemur is such a funny word.

• How early does that man have to get out of bed to drive to work every day to make the pizza in his pizza shop?

• Oh look, those chickens are living in a field with just a moat around it to keep them in.

• How lucky are they!

• I don't think it's really called a moat.

• If it's not a moat, what is it called, then?

• A confining stream?

• Maybe tomorrow I can stop and take a picture of all those chickens to send to Gabby.

• Good grief, what on earth is that man doing in the car next to me?

• These toll collectors on the bridge are, hands-down, some of the friendliest, funniest workers I have ever met in my entire life.

• They deserve an award, a parade, or at least a Thank You cake and a few extra days off.

• Was that really the third homemade ice cream shop that I just passed by?

• Yum.

• Why are all the ice cream places on the wrong side of the road from me?

• Honestly, it's probably a good thing that they are (ha-ha).

• Oh, thank goodness they finally fixed that fountain.

• Who fixes fountains anyway? A professional fountain fixer? Does he have to go underwater to fix it? No wonder it's taken since last August. Or does he just fiddle with a fountain button? I prefer to think he has to put scuba gear on and dive under the fountain to fix it. With goggles and a yellow snorkel.

• Bear Skinner.

• Did that sign really say, Bear Skinner?

• I must remember to make that optician appointment.

• Nope, my eyes are okay. It really did say, Bear Skinner.

• Eek.

• Am I lost?

• No, ya' daftie - you're not lost - you're just taking a different road.

• Ha-ha it's awfully early to be so profound.

• I didn't mean to be profound. I'm just trying to appreciate the journey.

• Ha-ha there you go again - getting all philosophical at 7:30 in the morning.

• It's just a commute.

• Not a metaphor.

• Oh no, I'm not even on the main highway yet.

• Blinkin' heck.

• Why has the traffic stopped?

• Maybe this is a metaphor?

• Is metaphor even the right word for it?

• Wow, my grammar has gotten atrocious.

• I must make an effort to read more books at bedtime.

• Was that another ice cream shop i just passed?

• It must be a sign.

• I wonder what flavors they have...