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		By: Rebecca		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2005 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Beth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so sweet crying over Ellen. That sounds cry-worthy, anyway.  I don&#039;t know about this blog post though.  You know, Emily (my sister) and I always surprise ourselves by crying suddenly over commercials.  Remember those Folgers ones? where the person came creeping home in the wee hours of the morning (and made coffee) or something like that, and everyone in the house is surprised to see this person, and they all have a joyful reunion over a cup of joe?  We always cried over that.  And Hallmark commercials, too.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my &quot;solitude,&quot; or, at least, the change of pace.  This afternoon Emma has a play date, and I am going to write.  It will be lovely.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beth,</p>
<p>You are so sweet crying over Ellen. That sounds cry-worthy, anyway.  I don&#8217;t know about this blog post though.  You know, Emily (my sister) and I always surprise ourselves by crying suddenly over commercials.  Remember those Folgers ones? where the person came creeping home in the wee hours of the morning (and made coffee) or something like that, and everyone in the house is surprised to see this person, and they all have a joyful reunion over a cup of joe?  We always cried over that.  And Hallmark commercials, too.  Sigh.</p>
<p>I am enjoying my &#8220;solitude,&#8221; or, at least, the change of pace.  This afternoon Emma has a play date, and I am going to write.  It will be lovely.</p>
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		By: Rebecca		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2005 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[tworivers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elven sheets!  That&#039;s great!  I still hope to try them sometime.  If I were you, I&#039;d be extra certain your house is really, really locked the next time you and Byron go out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if they really were Elven sheets, then rain wouldn&#039;t bother them, and you would be dry despite the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am enjoying myself.  Emma Grace and I surprised ourselves with a morning at the mall with Bonnie, Beth and Clay.  Lovely.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>tworivers,</p>
<p>Elven sheets!  That&#8217;s great!  I still hope to try them sometime.  If I were you, I&#8217;d be extra certain your house is really, really locked the next time you and Byron go out of town.</p>
<p>Of course, if they really were Elven sheets, then rain wouldn&#8217;t bother them, and you would be dry despite the weather.</p>
<p>Yes, I am enjoying myself.  Emma Grace and I surprised ourselves with a morning at the mall with Bonnie, Beth and Clay.  Lovely.</p>
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		By: Beth		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2005 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bill is so sweet.  The whole post almost makes me cry.  Of course maybe that is just hormones since I was crying this morning while watching Ellen read a thank you letter from a military person in Iraq.  She had sent them some Christmas goody bags and he had taken the time to send a thank you.  Either way Bill is still sweet as is your whole family.  And really you need to at least try and enjoy the solitude.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bill is so sweet.  The whole post almost makes me cry.  Of course maybe that is just hormones since I was crying this morning while watching Ellen read a thank you letter from a military person in Iraq.  She had sent them some Christmas goody bags and he had taken the time to send a thank you.  Either way Bill is still sweet as is your whole family.  And really you need to at least try and enjoy the solitude.</p>
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		By: tworivers		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2005 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was indeed a wonderful wind. I walked to Borders yesterday with MBT, but it wasn&#039;t yet windy. The wind came later. And alas, in the middle of the windy night I had to close the window that was open right above my pillow because that wonderful wind was blowing raindrops in on me. And my bed. And my Elven sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you enjoying yourself?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was indeed a wonderful wind. I walked to Borders yesterday with MBT, but it wasn&#8217;t yet windy. The wind came later. And alas, in the middle of the windy night I had to close the window that was open right above my pillow because that wonderful wind was blowing raindrops in on me. And my bed. And my Elven sheets.</p>
<p>Are you enjoying yourself?</p>
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