Fleeting thoughts

I cannot tell you how many times I'll have a thought and then (also) think that is something to touch on here.
And then a bird flies by, or I hear something, or I blink...and poof! it's gone!

It's funny how I can remember things from 45 years ago (egad!), but can't remember why I walked into the kitchen. I know I'm not the only person like this and thankfully, I can laugh about it (and do!).

(And speaking of 45 years ago, sisters...did the house on Pawson Road have very light green siding?)