I never truly know where an idea will go once I decide to engage it. The words begin to flow, then other things cross my mind along the way, and get incorporated into my writing. The ability to write starts as a blank slate, but once engaged with what prompted you to write in the first place, well you can drift a little.

Drifting, takes you places you didn’t know you were going. Then, sometimes you get comments. Comments tend to drift from the initial subject as well. This can be an enlightening experience. Opening up, expanding on the initial subject, turning your initial work into an entertaining learning opportunity.

Sometimes I’m even forced to Google! Well whatayaknow, I didn’t know that! I enjoy learning new things.

Writing is also a form of release. You can let that rant out. Somewhat freeing you from its burden.

Speaking of burden, loaded up most of my sons belongings in the truck/covered trailer yesterday evening. He is off to college this morning. He and a good friend he has hung out with, and worked with for years, are splitting rent on a nice apartment. We got them moved in this morning. Only no electricty yet, and everything but the sofa, matching chair, and kitchen table & chairs, went up the stairs. All 15 of them. Geeze Louise! We got started early, but it was already getting hot. Got to 101 heat index today.

So we are lugging all this stuff up the stairs, in the heat, with no air. I quickly saturated my shirt with sweat. Glad I packed a dry shirt! Also glad we had plenty of cold drinks on hand as well. Damn it’s hot.

Got home and had a bit of time to kill before I had to load up some shells and haul them to market. In the heat. Did I mention it’s hot?

Trust me, neither the wife or I feel like cooking this day. So we got pizza on the way home. I was eating pizza as this was written. Bet you didn’t know that did you?

So on the way home, I see a little roadside stand with a sign out front. “Peaches.” You know how long its been since I have had a good peach? You know, that mouth watering, plump, juicy, tree ripened peach just loaded with wonderful peachy-ness? It’s been decades since I’ve had a good peach. So I pull in. I’m getting a damn peach.

Well, they were expensive. Surprisingly so. I got 3 lbs for $15. Let them keep the $5 change from a $20, because those folks looked like they might melt by the roadside.

I got home, fished out a peach, rinsed it under the sink, got me a bite. Oh, wow! That peach was gobbled up, practically non stop, right at the kitchen sink. I planted my face in that peach and worked around to the other side, almost without taking a moment to breathe. It was that good. If peachy-ness has a scale from 1-10, it was a 20! Incredible. I remember peaches like that when I was kid. Haven’t had one in so long I can’t remember. That store bought crap, the stuff you bring home green, and let it ripen on the counter a day or two till it seems about right? NOT EVEN CLOSE!

I’d have paid $20 for that one peach.

You learn something every day.

Did I drift a little? 😉