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I have gotten another response from Yahoo, in the quest to convince them to fix the problem that is preventing me -- in two different accounts -- to send out email. This time I got the "We do not understand your problem, can you be more specific?" email. That is progress, of a sort. It may still be automated, but it is at least not offering me pat answers.
Problem is, I thought I was pretty specific before, but I guess I shall have to redouble my efforts, and write with even more clarity -- once more, with feeling! Maybe I'll get a real person this time, who actually reads the emails, instead of some automated robot which looks for key words and offers rote answers.
On a brighter note, I am recovered from my tumble, with full movement in all limbs and only a few twinges that tell me I'd better not be doing any archery practice again today. I can see that the bad scrape on my foot is going to be a problem when I have to put real shoes on again, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I still have today at home, so that will help.
For verse Thursday, a "found poem" I wrote some time ago, to go with my new icon:
Strongest Must Seek a Way
Snow did not relent, wind blew louder;
"This will be the death of the halflings!
Come, Master Peregrine! Cling to my back.
I am weary, but still have strength left."
He lifted the hobbit, strode forward.
Pippin marvelled at his strength; no other tool
Than his great limbs, thrusting snow aside.
Broad, heavier in build, Boromir led the way;
Snow breast-high, soon toiling heavily.
Often Boromir seemed to be swimming,
Burrowing with great arms, rather than walking.
Great drift, twice the height of Boromir;
Passage had been beaten through the middle.
Lesser men with spades might have served better,
But happily, Caradhras has forgotten doughty Men.
Linaewen 2003
Problem is, I thought I was pretty specific before, but I guess I shall have to redouble my efforts, and write with even more clarity -- once more, with feeling! Maybe I'll get a real person this time, who actually reads the emails, instead of some automated robot which looks for key words and offers rote answers.
On a brighter note, I am recovered from my tumble, with full movement in all limbs and only a few twinges that tell me I'd better not be doing any archery practice again today. I can see that the bad scrape on my foot is going to be a problem when I have to put real shoes on again, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I still have today at home, so that will help.
For verse Thursday, a "found poem" I wrote some time ago, to go with my new icon:
Strongest Must Seek a Way
Snow did not relent, wind blew louder;
"This will be the death of the halflings!
Come, Master Peregrine! Cling to my back.
I am weary, but still have strength left."
He lifted the hobbit, strode forward.
Pippin marvelled at his strength; no other tool
Than his great limbs, thrusting snow aside.
Broad, heavier in build, Boromir led the way;
Snow breast-high, soon toiling heavily.
Often Boromir seemed to be swimming,
Burrowing with great arms, rather than walking.
Great drift, twice the height of Boromir;
Passage had been beaten through the middle.
Lesser men with spades might have served better,
But happily, Caradhras has forgotten doughty Men.
Linaewen 2003
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Date: 2004-09-16 07:45 am (UTC)From:Glad to hear you're feeling better. When you do 'cross that bridge', please use the handrails! *grins*
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Date: 2004-09-16 09:15 am (UTC)From:((((Boromir))) Gondor! Gondor!
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Date: 2004-09-16 09:59 am (UTC)From:great poem.