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All That's Fit to Print I still own a hula hoop. I mention this because the founder of Whamo, the first to market the hula hoop, died last week. He was also responsible for putting the Frisbee on the market. I have one of those, too. My current hula hoop is certainly not my first, but likely to be my last. I bought it to use as a jump for one of my dogs. The dog in question refused to participate, preferring instead to sit on one side of the hoop and watch me throw dog biscuits through the hoop. When the pile of dog treats reached critical mass, the dog ran around the hula hoop, grabbed a mouthful of treats and took off. My first hula hoop probably arrived via Santa Claus. It was never one of my favorite toys because, quite frankly, I just couldn't work the thing. I lacked the rhythm and the coordination required to keep the hoop spinning around my waist. I spent more time bending down to pick it up and start it over than I ever did spinning it around my waist. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine bought a giant hula hoop. It was weighted and designed to be used for exercise. She threw her back out using it, but her mama got that thing going and impressed us all with her skill. There are photographs. The interesting thing is that particular hula hoop came via the U.S. Postal Service. It was not in a box. Strips of paper were wrapped around the hoop itself. A label was stuck to the hoop. I could imagine, as the "package" made itself across the country, every mail handler having to turn the hoop until the label appeared. I also wondered how many postal workers threw their backs out trying the giant hula hoop. Would worker's comp cover that? I also own a Frisbee. It is not my first. It, too, was purchased for a dog. After seeing the Frisbee competitions where dogs fly across football fields and catch Frisbees, I thought surely out of my pack of goldens, one would be a Frisbee dog. Everyone would catch even imaginary tennis balls and they'd chase their own tails. Maybe so, but I would throw the Frisbee and whatever dog I was with would sit and wait for me to go get it. I tried rolling it and feeding them in it. Nothing, although one dog did chew on it awhile. At some point, someone noted that my skill at throwing the Frisbee was equal to my hula hooping. Both did wobble a good bit. Not to be undone, I have uses for both the hula hoop and the Frisbee. I read about using the hula hoop as a base for a giant Christmas wreath. I figure it will only take about three miles of garland to cover it. If I start now, I might be done by Christmas.
The Frisbee I can recycle as well. All I have to do is thread a little wire through the tooth holes around the edge and I've got a pretty nifty bird feeder.
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