<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/CynthiaClose"><title>Six Generations of First Born Women - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/</link><description>A Mother writing about herself, daughter, grandaughter, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother - all first born women.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/570191" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/570175" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/564459" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/559704" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/559699" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/570191"><title>THE YOUNGER MAN</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/570191</link><description>Intimacy, affection, warmth, I've never felt so much so soon. We went out for ice cream. I'd already had some at Bill's after dinner, but it was warm night and I felt like walking around the city eating ice cream. He is agreeable. He's talking. A hard life. It's in his face. Battle scars. Looks...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/570175"><title>WORDS SENT FROM MY GURU</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/570175</link><description>Teresa brought a tape made by Otto, for us (me, RG and Erika). I listen to it again in the car on the way up to Bill's. He tell's us Teresa is coming to visit again. He hopes that she won't get on our nerves, but it's O.K. because we can get revenge by coming to Friedrichshof (FH) to get on their...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/564459"><title>A SUNDAY IN JUNE</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/564459</link><description>We're, Bill and I, sitting on the deck of his house, overlooking the salt marsh at Wingarsheek Beach. Nicki, Teresa and Kalypso are on the beach somewhere below. I'm feeling very relaxed. It's the first sunny warm weather in days. We've had pleasant meals, interesting conversations, good sex. The...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/559704"><title>AFTER DINNER REFLECTIONS</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/559704</link><description>"Lotti is resentful and she suffers from a poverty mentality." These are RG's latest words on Lotti. There never seems to be any relaxed affection between these two. It's more like guerilla warfare. But perhaps this only occurs when I am part of the picture. Dinner last night was great fun. Liz...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/559699"><title>A NEW PERSON OF INTEREST</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CynthiaClose/559699</link><description>I'm late to work, again. I left RG at home along with Teresa, Nicki and the baby. RG has sunk deep into himself. It doesn't effect me as once did. I feel like I have a sick child on my hands in spite of the fact that the REAL sick child is Teresa's baby. Minor afflictions plague him. A face...</description></item></rdf:RDF>