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To: gardengirl

My son, who is a computer expert, told me the Books for Dummies were great to learn from....don’t know from experience. When I was first learning years back, he helped me a lot but told me the Dummies Books would be good for me. I just never got them.....just depended on him.


1,754 posted on 11/18/2008 6:42:48 PM PST by jaycee ("God's love still stands when all else has fallen.")
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To: jaycee

My daughter is the pc expert!

Some of the books I got used on Amazon for about a dollar. Shipping and handling was about $4 each. I do better being shown, but I guess I need to learn to fly sometime! LOL


1,755 posted on 11/18/2008 7:13:59 PM PST by gardengirl
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To: jaycee; MEG33

Thanks for the kind words, I just write’m, the muse dictates.

Here’s one to ponder

Ruminations

The sun sets, in shades of flame orange and yellow
the clouds seared with its gleam, seem yet mellow
as dusk creeps across the land, on silent slippered feet
and dreams like stars, come out to pass so soft yet fleet

A mortal man, in mortal moral impasses of the soul
lives his life, and pays the piper’s oft heavy toll
and yet in such moments, do you go beyond it all
and rise above mundane toil, as fragments of stars do fall

The open land is honest in its harsh demands on you
yet too the rewards are yours alone with which to do
and so the value is within yourself, as it should be
none may take what you’ve done, and lived, yours you see

As the fire crackles on dry wood and dreams tonight
let not the span of space, or time, determine what is right
but that which you hold inside the final judge of you
as under those stars you remember all that fate has shared too

A cup of something hot to drink, blended with a bit
something from the flask, if I were to take the bet
the fire’s glow, and the whiskey’s too to warm
as under stars and memories, dreams do but swarm

Time to think, and time to recall things gone in time
and to consider how they all fit into a celestial rhyme
a lonely fire, and single soul in thought most profound
passing time in contemplation, till dawn comes round


1,764 posted on 11/19/2008 7:14:21 AM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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