Ten again and again and...

Seems the older we get the more we

find ways to revert back to our

childhood selves...

(and if we do? Lucky us, lucky everyone)

Reminded recently, of this

when reading my friend Jodi's blog

"License to fly"

(It is a must read, really...

(I am such a fan and her humorous

storytelling inspires me to step it up.)

Seems she loves Halloween...

always has, even when she dressed up

on "dress up day" and no one else in her class did.

Ouch!

So she stated, she is going around town in a

her big black witch hat...

and a laminated mock up

of a license "to fly" complete with a

picture of her in her hat...

some are entertained

and some are not!

I will come back to this...

When the hula hoop came back into my life!

loved it...we were using it as a

paddling warm up...

but it was always bumping along

where it didn't belong...

like down around my ankles.

Had a department store version,

of it in my backyard for occasional use

you know the one with the marble sound,

which actually seemed to

throw me off rather then help,

then the hoop suffered, as most things,

do in the desert " of heat stroke,"

and it cracked in half...

When an old classmate

saw some pics on Facebook

of my attempts to hoop recently,

she sent me a link

to Hoopnotica and all the wonders

that are possible

of hula hooping as adult, is discovered!

I directly, ordered a portable one...

and where are you going to take it?"

a friend asked me

"EVERYWHERE!"

And I am!

It is the cadillac of hula hoops,

truly...one spin and I was hooked...

(if I am your friend...

YOU, are probably getting one for your birthday

or PHD graduation, Valentines or whatever!)

Although, I am not sure yet...

but hoping,

if you are over fifty like me,

and like wine, like me

it might even hoop off

that little "wine belly.

A recent book by Jodi Picoult had

a character that was a writer...

she wrote all over her pants...

this intrigued me and had a

slight familiarity to it...

So I did it as well,

added color to "my pants with words"

and there it was

I was ten again...

(not sure why I am always ten,

and not any other age in these stories?

hmmm??)

Ten, and in one of my many tree houses in 1969

with torn sheets and colored marker ed

hand written words on

everything...curtains, pillows,

probably even the T shirts I wore

all with the famous classic cliche's

of the 60's like peace symbols,

"make love, not war"

(at ten, what did could that even mean?)

and "if you love something blah blah, set it be free

blah blah,"

not really a fan of that one!

At fifty,...I wrote more current

profound things like

"be the sky and

beauty attracts beauty"

Anyways, I hope to run into Jodi

somewhere like Safeway,

with her hat on,

(and the bubble wand holster

she promised to create)

and I will have my "wordy pants" on,

my portable hula hoop over my shoulder

and we will look at one another

with a smirk of familiarity

and "high five" our kid selves

satisfied not to be

the only one

living it large and strange in Havasu!

And may be,

there is a clothing line

in the future for us

called..."When We Were Ten"

and we will wear witch hats

all year long and pants with words!

And why not!??

Pam

Piper Rain

http://creagerstudios.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyshes-got-licence-to-fly.html

http://www.hoopnotica.com/