I have a custom made hula hoop. Sounds crazy. I know. Blame Laurie. This beautiful hoop with its shiny red, yellow orange and white stripes and mostly hollow interior (a tiny bit of water aids the centrifical force) makes me happy. It provides the same kind of connection with my youth that a handful of licorice jelly beans and a skinned knee or , as I found most recently, falling off a rope swing from 6ft. high onto hard ground does.
Yes, I match my hoop.
Thanks to Henry for the photos. He is learning.
We may not get to the ocean until early fall this year. Here are some seashells, collected on past trips.
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