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

Bill's Guitar

Many of my close friends consider music a daily (um, hourly... every minute) requirement. I don't know when I changed. Maybe living in the middle of the woods? A hunger for a more contemplative life? Leaving my marriage to Mr. Rock & Roll?

Last night I was tired. Actually, a word hasn't been invented to describe how I felt. I didn't even want to *waste* the time having the attendant make up a bed for me. I asked him to toss me two sheets, which I then tossed on the sofa and collapsed until I heard a guitar coming from the adjacent cabin. My eyes flew open like a window shade with a busted spring. I called for my attendant and nicely asked that my *neighbor* refrain from strumming. The music was quite lovely - gentle and steely and soothing... but it was NOISE.

This morning I wandered next door and knocked on my neighbor's door and effusively begged him to strum today - that I would love to hear his guitar.

After a while he knocked on my door and handed me a keychain that lights up. He said, "Your comments have made my day! You are a bright light!"

Good heavens.

Truth is... he's adorable. Glad I put lipstick on this morning.

Minutes later he was back asking, "So, what kind of music do you like." I wanted to ask if this was a trick question.

An hour later we were still laughing and sharing life synopsizes. (Gah. Hope I've spelled that right. I just flunked the grammar test Bex posted.) And then he had to dash to meet up with his brother and a friend. He's returning later with his guitar for a sing-along.

Ooooooh, Bartender!

I begged off. Told Bill I can't sing. No tune talent. His response was, "Everyone can sing!" I told him he sounded just like Nancy Allsbrook our church's choir director.

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Backtracking a bit - made it to the dining car for breakfast and was seated with a father/daughter from NYC... but he grew up in Laguna Beach at the same time as my children.

*****

Do Re Mi Mi Mi Mi. Tuning up here.

*****

Later in the day, as Bill and his brother walked by I overheard, "Is that your lady friend?"

Goodness gracious. When did I turn 150 years old and become a lady friend?

Um, probably when I started saying, "Goodness gracious."







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