find ways to revert back to our
(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.
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
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...
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?
Ten, and in one of my many tree houses in 1969
with torn sheets and colored marker ed
hand written words on
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
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!??