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

Friday, January 24, 2003

Winter, blech. In addition to the cold weather, we're getting some snow today. I'll leave work in a minute or two, and I'm sure it will be a slow drive home. We might be getting light snow off and on for the next few days. I've caught some kind of cold again. Argh. Wish I could sleep in tomorrow morning, but we have orchestra practice from 8:30-10:30 am. Man, there is just no rest for the weary. I'd rather not go, but there isn't any other time to practice. Sunday is a national holiday, the Stupor Bowl. My friend Paul Foth will come over, and we'll all stuff our merry faces. Probably have pizza and nachos, among other goodies. Last year John was walking, but still kind of shaky, and had only just started getting himself to a standing position by himself. Now, he's a little monkey, all over the place, finding anything within hand's reach, so might be a different game watching experience this year. I hope Tampa Bay wins. I don't like Oakland. A city and organization of thugs and goons.

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