December 30th, 2000

grandma ryan

I was about to

post a poem I wrote, one of the only three I have written this month. Pathetic. Alas, I realized I cannot post it, without destroying its purpose. I think you may have to settle for one I might write later...maybe one for my book, that is if I get around to it or decide it is worth it---I haven't felt very positive about it lately. : /
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grandma ryan

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woo! it's all about the little things. i fixed my colon key. : ) hehe ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;::::::::;;;;;;;;;;;:::::::::::::;;;;;;:::::::::::::::::::
grandma ryan

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It constantly amazes me when I do something very simple to fix something at my house, and how no one ever thought to do this before to fix it. I find myself being the only one to fix anything around here as well. So now our phone jack downstairs and in my parents' bedroom works again. Just took resplicing a corroded section of wire in the crawl space. Seems like that's all we ever have to do: just take the time to do something simple and easy and realize all it takes is patience and effort to fix most things. And desire.