Dead People With Hula Hoops...

Have you ever had one of those disconcerting moments where you know what is factual but seeing something before your eyes makes you doubt what you know? They say that seeing is believing and yet the other day when I was out shopping, I couldn't quite believe what I saw...

I saw dead people with a hula hoop...

Well not a lot of dead people just one in particular but it did make me do a double take and think for a split second I was losing it. I could have swore it was her. I could have swore it was Louise.

Louise was an old neighbor and friend from my ladies community club. She was brash, outspoken, opinionated, loud and more to the point she died two years ago. But there she was, or there was her exact double getting into a vehicle parked next to mine, carrying a shopping bag and a hula hoop.

I felt kind of stupid, I saw her and automatically was putting my hand up in the air to wave and yell hi when it dawned on me that can't be her, she's dead, and there is no way she would be shopping for hula hoops. It gave me a bit of a weird feeling though. Seeing her double, they just looked so much alike it was creepy. I tried to tell myself that all old ladies look the same. They either have really tightly wound perms plastered so close to their heads in pastel colors, or they have their hair cut short with bangs and have let it go to it's natural greying color. Louise had bangs. She had bangs, and was short, and square and had the aches and pains of an 80+ year old farm woman. Louise was Louise and there was no doubting her. She could pinch a penny tighter than anyone I knew, yet she didn't have to. She sewed and quilted, and baked bread from grinding her own flour. She danced, she drank beer, she loved to play cards and she loved to cook.

It was from Louise that our ladies club learned you could use your leaf blower to blow the dust off of the top of your curtain rods. That driving a tractor on terraces made your boobs uneven, and one should always, ALWAYS cook with butter. Louise was a firm believer in butter. When it came on sale she thought nothing of spending 50 bucks to stock up on butter. I know when she passed away they had to have found a freezer full of butter. One woman can not eat that much butter, contrary to what Paula Deen might say on her cooking show.

It all made me think about people though. People that have left this world already. It made me wonder about those "twins" those look-alikes that could pass for their doubles, that are still wandering around. Are there more look-alikes than just the one other person twin? Perhaps there are whole groups of look-alikes? Which is kinda scary when you really think about it. We all think of ourselves as individuals with our own personal traits and personalities, and all of this time there could be more of us out there...maybe a lot more...

It makes you wonder about this individuality stuff. Maybe we aren't so unique after all? I have blogged before on angels walking among us, and I am not so sure that it was an angel or not. Angels carrying hula hoops? Or just an ordinary grandma  buying toys for grand kids? Or maybe I was just seeing a mirror image reflected downwards to spark my mind and memories of someone or something in my life to help me not forget?

As far as I know, Louise never had a hula hoop, but maybe they ran out of wings and are handing out hula hoops instead? It's got me thinking I need to start practicing some swiveling moves. I'd hate to disappoint the other groups of "me" out there with my uncoordinated abilities....