It's a glorious tree, isn't it? That's why I used it two days in row. It deserves extra attention. It was waiting outside Matthew's parents' house when we returned from Vegas. Click for a larger view....

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Monday
27 November 2000

I took a bit of a break and made myself some macaroni and soy cheese. I like to watch the Law & Order re-runs on A & E at 8 each night but then I switch back to the Sci-Fi Channel for the rest of the evening. It's easier for me to tune out the television that the subtle creaks of the empty house. Somehow tonight I forgot to change the channel and so I have found myself catching bits and pieces of the biography of Prince William. It must be a bit difficult to make a biography of someone who is 18-years-old, but it has ispired me to write an open letter to Prince William...

Dear Prince William,
            I trust you are having a splendid little web surf. Don't worry; I occasionally look up my name in a search engine too.

I'd like to offer my condolences about losing your mother, especially in such an exceptionally public way. I can't imagine what it would be like to have all eyes on you while you grieve.

I wonder if you hate your fame. It is one thing to chose fame by committing yourself to a life in the public eye and quite another to be born a national celebrity. I wouldn't wish on anyone the curse of having a public childhood. What you chose to do as an adult is one thing, but what you had forced on you since birth is quite another.

I daren't say the money would be so bad though. You've got the adoration of millions, and you have countless young women just dying to get in your pants. Most men (and some women) would take on that role in a second. It's quite a toss up.

Some guy just read a thank you note you wrote him when you summered with him in France. That one segment made me so thankful that my every action isn't scrutinized -- that I get to choose what to share of myself.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope all is well with you...

Love, Rachel