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

Thursday, February 27, 2003

Pre-John, I thought Barney was a tad annoying. But I've since discovered that Barney has some great songs that teach good lessons. One of those is the Clean Up song, that makes cleaning up fun for kids. We'll sing that with John when it's time to put away toys. But he always pronounces it "Cwee Muck".

Yesterday Rhonda turned on the computer while I was at work, and John noticed and started saying "Daddy! check email!" He must have thought I was home because Rhonda is hardly ever on the computer. He likes to help me check email.

I'm getting old. I've noticed over the last year or so my eyesight has gotten a bit fuzzy. I have taken to using reading glasses for looking at smaller print and whatnot. And I must have inherited the Schultz back. My lower back has been sore lately. I suspect it's from the way I've been sleeping though, cuz the soreness is usally most acute in the morning after I get up.

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