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Tuesday, November 8, 2005 2:22 AM CST

CaringBridge is acting funny, I know the guestbook is taking a long time to load. I saved all the journal entries and all the guestbook entries to a cd, just in case. I tried to change the background to COUG colors, but the button says "create page" instead of "update page" so I'm afraid to click it and lose everything. I lost all the formatting of the front page, but was able to retrieve it from history, whew!

Zach and Tiff had a ton of fun at the Cougar game, we were all jealous. Kenny and Zach get to go next weekend with Uncle Bob and Granpa Bob. The girls are getting pedicures.

Conference week already. Whew, that was fast. The kids all have stellar report cards. Amazing. I'm very proud of them, since many, many times the last thing any of us feel like doing is what needs to be done. And in comparison to the monumental task of learning to live without Dave, schoolwork, housework...all those daily things just seem pretty insignificant. We're doing it. But it remains hard. Was thinking today, we don't eat at the table any more. It's just too hard. That empty chair, that space where Dave should be. None of us can face it. So we often eat in my bed. It's cozy family time, if a bit unconventional. And my sheets are clean all the time now. I have to wash them practically every day because it's hard to sleep among green beans and mashed potatoes!

Val Cole and the Class of '81 have some kind of surprise planned at WaHi tomorrow at 3:30. I'll let you know what it is. Val got me a says: FAITH HOPE LOVE Yes, I think, everytime I look at it. Faith, hope, love. So tonight, that is my prayer for you all, my friends. Faith, hope, and love.

Love, Chelle


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