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

The Sounds of Silence

I read an article the other day about sounds that have pretty much disappeared. Sounds like a TV dial, cash register, typewriter, rotary dial, chalk on blackboard, pencil sharpener, or coffee perking. But the absence of sound is becoming one of the rarest aural experiences of all.

Because silence is important to me, its absence in my life is notable. The absence of silence is so disappointing to me, I really don't want to write about it, but I wonder if others miss it, too. In this age a ever-advancing technology, which is often accompanied by some kind of sound, I wonder if others miss silence.

I have no choice because of the behemoth concentrators that fill my lungs with O2. I really shouldn't complain. My bad.



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I recently had another vivid dream. I dreamt I was in Laguna Beach. The water was calm, the waves lapping more like a lake than the vast ocean that has gouged beautiful coves along the shoreline. The water was a palette of blues. I dreamt I was pointing my toes, dipping them for refreshment.

I'm fairly certain one of Nina's journal entries inspired this dream. She's just returned from France. I can't recall if it was La Napoule or Nice that triggered my dreamy dream of a gentle ocean of myriad blues.


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Laguna Beach, CA



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Books:

The Hidden Staircase by Carolyn Keene

Several months ago I was excited to read this book. I plodded and dragged through the pages - dismayed with some of the worst writing my eyes had ever seen. I was also horrified to discover that the 1930 editions of Nancy Drew were full of bias and discrimination. I was shocked!

Hindsight, I realize the quality of writing didn't matter. When I was a young girl, Nancy Drew was empowering - a heroine for young dreamers like myself. She was smart and beautiful, but also a racist in the early editions.


The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown

Am almost finished with this book club selection about the 1936 Berlin Olympics when a crew of nine from Washington University won the gold. It's a riveting saga of grit determination to rise above all obstacles to become the best. A time before sports were about money - more about achievement. Very inspiring.


Next book club selection I'm about to pick up is Pulitzer Prize winner The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. It's hefty at 769 pages. The reviews are glorious.


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Breakfast: Sliced Honey Crisp apple, small slab of Brie, small slab of Cambozola

Lunch: Large navel orange, Kettle Chips



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I'm feeling too disconnected this week. Am going to escape tomorrow for lunch. Somewhere. Anywhere. Probably here!


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