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	<title>genius girl monday blog</title>
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	<description>she speaks!</description>
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		<title>chillin&#8217;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 02:01:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[	While I&#8217;m here hanging with the Dame of Details, I thought I&#8217;d pop in and say &#8220;hey&#8221;.  The Dame and I had a lovely lunch, the Dame having the teriyaki salmon and I the classic Bento Box. The walk down to Market Street here in Ballard had us passing quite a few trees full [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>While I&#8217;m here hanging with the Dame of Details, I thought I&#8217;d pop in and say &#8220;hey&#8221;.  The Dame and I had a lovely lunch, the Dame having the teriyaki salmon and I the classic Bento Box. The walk down to Market Street here in Ballard had us passing quite a few trees full of fall color and it was a beautiful stroll with a long time friend.  Did I tell you how I met the Dame?  It was back in the late 80&#8217;s, if you can believe it.  There were 4 students total in the art history class, all in the second row - and we  sat at either end of the row.  I was afraid to talk to her because she was sooo smart.  She always had these great observations when looking at pre-Renaissnce saints being tortured.  One thing led to another and here we are some some 20 years later.  As the French say, I am a woman of a certain age.  </p>
	<p>Meanwhile back in present time, here are a few pics from a trip up to the great white north:</p>
	<p><img src="http://www.davidchatt.com/web_images/Blog/2007/oct/three/05.jpg"/></p>
	<p><img src="http://www.davidchatt.com/web_images/Blog/2007/oct/three/42.jpg"/></p>
	<p><img src="http://www.davidchatt.com/web_images/Blog/2007/oct/three/49.jpg"/></p>
	<p><img src="http://www.davidchatt.com/web_images/Blog/2007/oct/three/58.jpg"/></p>
	<p><img src="http://www.davidchatt.com/web_images/Blog/2007/oct/three/84.jpg"/></p>
	<p>and here is one from my niece&#8217;s birthday&#8230;<br />
<img src="http://www.davidchatt.com/web_images/Blog/2007/oct/three/horse.jpg"/></p>
	<p>Perhaps we&#8217;ll get to talk again soon.<br />
Yours,<br />
G.G.M.
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