Day in the Life of a Googamook

02:25 pm: Blizzardy Squirrel Woes
SUCH a sad little squirrel
Sitting on the branch outside my window
His tail is whipping in the wind
As he stares at me inside my warm den

I want to let him in

01:46 pm: I obey traffic laws...usually. But every once in a while, I eek into the realm of " questionable driving technique. " An incident of this nature occurred a few days ago. My primary errend was picking up some stuff for the surprise birthday party I was planning for Birdy however the secondary agenda item was lunch. It so happened that a desirable lunch stopping place popped up before Hobby Lobby, however I was in the lane to go straight when the light turned red. I stopped in said straight lane but in order to obtain some toothsome item from the coveted food entity, a left-hand turn was required. The impatient sector in my brain piped up and began to whine. " I'm hungry! Do you really want to go through the light, find somewhere to make a u-turn and drive back all this way?!? " I was convinced. There was no one behind me...I could eek sideways into the turn lane...at kind of an awkward angle...partially into the crosswalk. Guh. I hoped for a the turn arrow to appear quickly. No sooner had I positioned myself in some haphazard diagonal fashion, when a motorcycle policeman whipped into the intersection, parked right in front of me and put up his hand to stop all oncoming traffic. Of course, my guilty conscience kicked into panic mode. I'm doing something so ridiculous that he is stopping all traffic in the middle of an intersection just to make a spectacle out of me and give me a ticket!! My choice of traffic navigation is so beyond the realm of reasonabilty that the police force is taking an opportunity to publicly humiliate me on behalf of all stupid drivers in Colorado!!!
My heart pounded as a SECOND motorcycle cop zipped into the intersection and blocked traffic going the other way!! Time stopped and my horror amplified until a stream of cars started to proceed through the intersection at the officer's direction...and I realized it was merely a funeral motorcade. My breath whooshed out of me like a dropkicked hippo's...I had evaded the wrath of the police department for at least another day.  

09:53 am: My Charlie
There's something in my face
that only she can see
that I guess is a dead give away
pointing to the fact that I cried last night

She has this way of making you laugh
Even when you are the most grouchy
You have ever been
We giggle together and all is ok

She does this thing where she believes
You are so much more than you are
Grasping at the tiniest speck of potential
Making you want to be just that amazing

She brings this energy
A beautiful vibrant compassion
A sparkling brilliant warmth
To every millimeter of space that she occupies

I imagine now you can see
Why I would make a point
To keep a Charlie-shaped space
In my own little life

12:35 pm: Happy Birthday, Googamook!
Ahhh how fitting...the very man who inspired me to start my Googamook blog reminded me that today is the 5 year anniversery of its inception! I'd like to thank Mattbot for opening up the world of joy that this has been to me and for still following it many years later!
I have always loved writing. Even when I was a little girl, I would spend hours writing long, involved, and usually preposterous stories. It's been so much fun to carry that passion into my adult years and I can assure you, Googamook fans, it will live on!

12:54 pm: F is for Fountain...or Failure
Who doesn't want the magical ambiance of water trickling through small pebbles literally ON their desktop, ready for a moment's relaxation? Obviously no one, as the market for small, desktop fountains is huge. HUGE! For Christmas, I had received one of those such fountains, which I decided to bring to work in hopes of summoning the peace of a thousand mountain streams as my own.
My first conundrum was the water. Experienced fountain connoisseurs have told me not to use tap water, as the minerals deposit on the fountain's mechanics and substantially shorten its lifespan. Distilled water is the liquid of choice, which presented me with a new dilemma. My office is downtown, and because parking is delightfully expensive if it's close but quite economical if you park on top of Mt. Everest and snowshoe in, let's just say I have quite a journey to my building every morning.So all I could think about was how HEAVY a gallon jug of distilled water would be after 8 blocks and how cumbersome it would be to scurry through the winter's morning freeze. After coming to this conclusion, what would I see literally the next day but a fellow business professional, carrying a gallon jug of distilled water. His valor made me feel weak in comparison and I knew he must have his own fountain dreams. I bravely toted in my own water and filled my glorious fountain. It burbled and trickled delightfully for all of one day before its batteries ground to a halt.
This is what is known as a Failed Fountain Fiasco.

03:46 pm: I Dream of You
I dream of you
In midnight clouds
Lips forming questions
With no sound uttered
I awake
With only one answer
. . . .
Yes
I did
With all my heart
But that was never the question
Was it
. . . .
I dream of you
You smile
The light in your eyes
Warms the cold ache of my heart
I awake
Feeling elated
You looked so happy
Just to see me
. . . .
Reality rends the dreamy haze
I close my eyes again
Just to stay in the dream

12:48 pm: Your cologne clings to my clothing bringing to life vivid memories of moments of passion is what you have true love will I ever find it is she the one for you why does your touch melt my skin when will I find it why do they look so happy when will it stop hurting

03:12 pm: Invalidated
Tears of self pity fill my eyes
To my right a man in a wheelchair with only one leg
As I turn away fast
Lest this image begrudge me of my self loathing I hear him...
Whistling?

06:58 pm: Coffee Mug Ice Cream
It's crazy how the smallest action can trigger an incredible memory from something very special long ago. I had been craving cookies & cream ice cream all week and stopped by the store on the way home to pick up some. Upon my arrival home, I beelined it towards the kitchen to eat a quick scoop. I opened the cupboard for a worthy ice cream container and the first thing I spotted was a coffee mug. As soon as my fingers closed around the handle, my mind instantly flashed back in time. Back to being a little girl at my grandpa and grandma's house. They both loved ice cream and it wasn't unusual to have it after lunch AND after dinner. But they each had an ice cream quirk. When my grandma served ice cream, she would get out her beautiful glass dessert bowls. But if it was up to my grandpa, he would always put an extra big scoop right in our favorite coffee mug.

10:49 pm: People Watching
They sat together in silence
One somewhere between 50 and 60
The other maybe 25 years his junior
They shared little aside from similar facial features and the restaurant patio table where they both sat
The menial necessity of food seemed to be all that anchored them to the same space for the time being
The father's eyes seemed kind, interested, and maybe a little bit hopeful underneath his shock of grey hair and thick glasses
The son seemed annoyed...often looking out at the passing people or past his father's head, but rarely did he meet his gaze
I watched them and my heart burned with pain as if it was stretching to bridge the distance in between them
I didn't know what they had been through in their life time together as father and son but I kept thinking if he would just look into his dad's eyes for longer then a split second, he would see enough pride, love and joy to make it all just melt away.