REENIE'S REACH
by irene bean

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SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS I'VE POSTED


2008
A Solid Foundation

Cheers

Sold!

Not Trying to be Corny

2007
This Little Light of Mine

We Were Once Young

Veni, Vedi, Vinca

U Tube Has a New Star

Packing a 3-Iron

Getting Personal

Welcome Again

Well... Come on in

Christmas Shopping

There's no Substitute

2006
Dressed for Success

Cancun Can-Can

Holy Guacamole

Life can be Crazy

The New Dog

Hurricane Reenie

He Delivers

No Spilt Milk

Naked Fingers

Blind

Have Ya Heard the One About?

The Great Caper

Push

Barney's P***S

My New Security System

Shorts Part 1

I have some short thoughts to plop down. The rollercoaster of getting settled in Nashville has finally slid onto the tracks with a dependable rhythm. Below are some random catch-ups.

*****

There's a scene in the movie Titanic that I bet every one of you can recall - the scene when the grand piano is sliding. Well, that's how I feel in my Dr. Seuss room at Hillsboro House when my footing rides the waves of floorboard. I am so serious about this. Again, I find this to be a testimony to the charm I inhale here. I think repressed dreams have surfaced to come true? Though I live in a newer house in Monteagle, my inherent delight is drawn to creakier homes. The stuff of Hillsboro House is more like a homemade layer cake sloppily slathered with chocolate butter cream icing rather than a petite four that's been corseted with stiff sugary icing. (Oops, I think I just got carried away with pointless metaphors.) Very simply, I like my wavy floors that creak and groan and make me smile.

*****

Five days ago I purchased an inexpensive wireless printer at a newly opened Wal*Mart. Prior to moving to Tennessee I'd never been to a Wal*Mart. So what the heck is wrong with me! I now have this huge beautiful city with expansive malls and zillions of technology-geared stores to choose from and I end up at Wal*Mart? I can be such a knucklehead.

I guess one might describe the part of town where this new Wal*Mart is located as an area that will never be in transition, which is the optimistic word used to describe an area in positive flux - an area on the upswing from decay to restoration - when investors spend buckets of money to upgrade an area. This area is a stabilized area of gloom. So, as I gingerly poked around these mean streets trying to locate Wal*Mart, I started to think about Sandy Dennis in the Out-of-Towners. It's one of my favorite movies, which also starred Jack Lemmon. At least she had Jack and his chipped tooth that whistled. I locked my doors, which I rarely do intentionally.

I seldom use handicap parking because I really don't need it yet, but it's a nice option for the future. As I finally pulled up to Wal*Mart, I saw an able-bodied young man about to slide into the driver's seat of his car, which was parked in a handicap slot. Before he slid in I was able to catch the glint of gold foil on his front teeth, gravity defying pants that were slung to look like saggy Capris, and lots of in-your-face gangsta body ink. I ruminated several possibilities of what his handicap might be. None were flattering.

After I parked my car, I debated whether or not to wear my surgical mask because of the unfortunate misunderstandings it might cause. I wore it anyway. Hey, given a terminal diagnosis, one starts to walk on the wild side a bit.

I regret to report that with this particular Wal*Mart I entered the Land of Rude. Customer Service was non-existent, but this should soon be no problem because no one will be returning... at least I won't be. In this time of economic woes, I find it stunning that not one person seemed grateful to be employed. (Hmmm, I do recall reading that Wal*Mart often doesn't treat its employees well, but I personally don't think that was the problem.) The employees were just a sad, rude lot.

For the past 6 years I'd have done anything to work... even at Wal*Mart. The irony.


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