Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

More light snow this morning, making the drive to work rather slow going. Wasn't quite as bad as I thought it might be though. Roads are a mite slick, especially side streets. Freeway wasn't too bad. It's been heavily sanded and salted, plus all the traffic kept things from freezing. John is in a stage where his favorite thing is "happy joy joy", i.e. jumping on the bed. He likes me to hold him and help him bounce and sing songs. When we started doing this I'd say with him "happy happy joy joy", and now that's what he calls jumping.

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