Shake Yo Hula Hips

Hula hoops are totally girly, aren't they? That's why I love them.

I walked out of my house the other day and there was a BMW sedan parked in front with about 8 hula hoops balanced across the back of the passenger seat. The pink stripes, sparkly blue and white plastic roundness of them clashed with the sleek sophistication of the car. In a happy way.

They were so cute and cheerful peeking near the tinted windows, I should've taken a photo. But then two nicely dressed women came to the car and beeped it open. I knew they were from the hospital but I couldn't see if they had on their ID tags.

Alta Bates employees use the streets around here. Or maybe they were visiting someone. Anyway, I called out to the two of them "I have to say..." They looked a little alarmed, like here's a homeowner trying to give us shit about parking in front of the house. Instead I complimented them on the hoops. They started to laugh and one said, "Y'know, we bought these for a big picnic up in Tilden and not one adult could do the hula hoops thing. Not one."

I see this as a challenge and now must find a hula hoop. Oooh-and thanks to the inspiring Philo Hagen, I now know to go to this cool site all about grownups playing with hoops.

Gotta Laugh

In the same short span of recent time, my car broke down, my internet connection went out and my digital camera died. Really, health is our only wealth, as Dr. Bronner counsels on those bottles of peppermint soap. So I got on my bike and counted my blessings. At least the car broke down close to home and the tow truck driver delivered it to the mechanic's in very short order.

When I returned, the AT&T guy was at my door. Not only did he fix my phone line, but he didn't charge me anything. What a fine fellow. He did a great job of re-wiring so the spaghetti that had been hanging off my walls was gone.

Now to decide what to do with the old digital camera. Not fixable, alas.