REENIE'S REACH

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.

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Do Re Mi Mi Mi Mi. Tuning up here.

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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."

REENIE'S REACH by irene bean
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