Pretty Soon I’ll Break a Hip

Tonight, Sassy’s school held the annual Ice Cream Social.  This is a raucus affair that the kids really love.  There is always a limbo and a hula hoop contest.  Sassy started practicing the hula hoop back in July.  Her grandmother bought them all hoops and they would hula and hula and hula.

My Honey and I tried to practice with her, but the magic is gone.  It’s one of those things you thought you could do, in fact you used to be quite good at, but now find quite impossible.  It turns out my hoop doesn’t hula anymore.  This last year, I’ve discovered a few other things people our age shouldn’t be doing.   It seems we’re in this weird transitional age.  I seem to remember my father at about my age still thinking he could beat up all the young punks.  I see a little bit of that in My Honey, too.  My dear friend, Dona, god bless her, just had rotater cuff surgery because she was trying to do cartwheels with her granddaughters when she heard a snap.  Another friend broke both elbows roller skating.  I’m telling you, it’s alarming.  I often tease that I’m going to bubble wrap The Bandit but perhaps that would be better used on his father and I.

Anyway, all of her hard training paid off.  Ms. Sassy won the contest by a landslide this year – while hula hooping on one foot!

Waaaahooo, Sassy!