Linking My Thinking

                                                                      Linking My Thinking                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           It's raining here and it called up a memory which activated a previous thought process and it might show how my thought links might seem a trifle...ohhh...errant but relationships do exist and I will endeavor to clarify their linkage and show it led to a slight dilemma.                                                       As many of you know, I have added a daily walk to my lifestyle routine with distances usually exceeding five or six miles and during these forays, since I don't use ear thingies, my mind free bases, usually relating to whatever surroundings I pass. Well, on a previous post rainy day I saw some cookies that had been discarded and happened to be in a small puddle and cookie bits were getting all soggy and saturated. so this brought back a memory of a Sesame Street tape we had years back and one the songs involved Cookie Monster going over to Ernie's for breakfast and when Ernie asked what beverage CM would enjoy, he of course said 'Cookie juice' and Ernie said he had never heard of cookie juice and CM, astonished, said 'What no cookie juice? 'Now the first link here is to the juice. Besides being a drink, juice can also connote data and (linking) a desire for fulfilling a lack with a juicy dose of whatever. The next link involves the cookie part and it brings me to grandchildren. My eldest grandson, Axton, and I have enjoyed a game we invented called 'the cookie game' and the rules are simple and the enjoyment level is considerable(if only for the two of us). He gives me a letter and I try to spell the word cookie beginning with that letter, we have a ritual to this(he explains whether it is a vowel or consonant) and it takes us twenty-six attempts but success finds us and relief ensues. Now thinking of one grandson then throws the brain to my other grandson, Hawk. I have decided that when Hawk is exploring the world(he's eight months) and trying to establish order, his internal voice needs an adult verbalization, which I provide and his mother, my daughter Amanda, says, with some angst, that it sounds like Betelgeuse, or in US speak, Beetlejuice.  Now maybe you can the dilemma shaping up with the last link, if I were to say, three times, as the movie requires, Beatlejuice, whom should I want conjured up, John or George? Then I continue on my walk and fresh thoughts prevail.