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Year Three, Day 148: I am the Hooper

I am at breakfast with my mom. At Tom's Restaurant. One of our favorite breakfast joints.

I brought my hoop along. It was still dark when I left home. I am committed to my daily regimen. But hooping in the dark is where I draw the line.

Today is my day to teach at a church in SE Portland. It has a lovely room near the sanctuary. Just perfect for hooping! I am looking forward to a nice session in between students.

I love my hoop. Not only is it a fun way to exercise, but it is also a wonderful conversation starter!
Another hoop rides the bus!

Take the table next to us. A table of very friendly middle aged men. They weren't here earlier, when I met my mom, who was already on her second cup of coffee. She had also ordered both our breakfasts. So I arrived at the same time as my two eggs, over medium, hash browns (extra crispy), hamburger patty and tomato slices.

I looked around for a place to stash my hoop. The table next to us, on the other side of a short walk was empty. Our server said I could lean it on the other side of the wall, near the empty table. 

Well, she suggested it AFTER she inquired about my hooping skills. I started to explain to her that it is a weighted hoop and that I am not particularly graceful, but I workout daily...but before I got a word out, my mom interjected,  "She is REALLY good!"

I blushed and laughed. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a distinguished looking man with a thick head of wavy, silver hair sitting down. At the table adjacent to us. And my hoop!

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Let me move that for you!"

I stood up, but he put his hand up.

"It's quite all right", he smiled. "Your hoop is safe with me".

At which point we had a most friendly conversation over the wall. 

He inquired about my hoop. We chatted for awhile. And then embarrassingly my mother again interjected, "She's really good! Show him a video, Zita!"

Oy was my face red! But I showed him a video.

"Today is day 112!" I said proudly.

He looked most impressed. Just then two more equally distinguished men joined his table and our animated conversation.

Eventually I got back to talking about my granddaughter with my mom. As we finished up, I walked over to retrieve my beloved hoop.

"Here's the Hooper!" Exclaimed one of the men. Then the first man (wavy silver hair) told me they had been talking about how God had blessed them by seating them next to my mom and I. I wished them all a blessed day. We smiled and waved. 

Wavy silver hair told me he was there the first Saturday of every month. 

"I hope to run into you and your hoop ahain", he smiled.

I floated out of the restaurant.

"Well, wasn't he nice?" Mused my dear mother.

I will return to finish this blog after my day of teaching...

I'm back! I had a good day of teaching and practicing and hooping.

Most tired am I!

And on that note, here is today's hoop video. Day 112!

Happy Saturday!




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