It's Monday, it's raining, and I'm not overly excited about mom's Trader Joe selection. I inspected the bags and there was very little I was interested in. Really?!
You would think she knows me better by now.
I have to admit, with the dark sky, and my wild weekend with my Aunt and Uncle, I was a bit zapped for energy. Ok, maybe trying to do every Broadway show routine that aired last night on the Tonys or hopping for as long as Hugh Jackman hopped in the opening had something to do with it too. I was impressed with his hopping. I've only seen rabbits hop like that, and possibly a grasshopper. I know kangaroos hop, and since both kangaroos and Hugh Jackman are from Australia, I must conclude that everyone in Australia hops! Honestly, I should just go to Australia and see for myself. I'm a good hopper and could blend in easily. I'll bet the phrase, 'Hop to it' in Australia must be ridiculously redundant.
It would then follow that Australians make great personal trainers, jump ropers, pogo stick enthusiasts... I want to meet more Australians. I wonder if that is why my friend Levon - an Australian Shepherd - is such a good hopper. It is all beginning to make sense now.
So having thought I deciphered the hopping situation at the Tonys, I lounged a bit amongst my thoughts, watched some tv and did my stretches. Just as I was thinking how important it would be for hoppers to stretch their achilles thoroughly, the name Hop along Cassidy 'hopped' into my brain. Who is this famous hopper? I googled it and found out he was a fictional cowboy hero. Is that who Hugh was emulating? No...
After further research I discovered that Bobby Van in 1953 hopped in the movie 'Take me to Broadway'. Ah ha! Riddle solved. I should be a detective.
In general, there seems to be a lot more to this hopping then meets the eye. At least the conundrum has been solved. So I say, 'Hop along now'...