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

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

As we were leaving the orphanage, they asked if we'd like to see Hanna's group, so poked our head in the door to her room. There were several cribs in there. Hanna and a few other kids were walking around the room. One boy had a little turtle toy, it fell on the floor, and Hanna walked over and took it away. Hmm. She seemed a lot more confident and busy in her familiar room than when she was with us.

We'll have to work on getting her room done up this weekend. We'll paint the room, got some furniture to put together.

Looks like the airlines are getting hit with reduced traffic cuz of the war. Hope that doesn't affect any flights we end up taking. Plus there is this strange virus floating around, though that seems mostly confined to Asia. Remind me again why we're traveling all over the world right now?

While driving around Kostroma we saw various markets. One older lady had fish sitting out.

John almost seemed older when we returned, maybe it was just not seeing him for awhile. He's been saying "I'm hungry" a few times. I'd never heard him say that before we left. He likes to "waltz". One of the songs on his music cds is a classical piece, and I'd waltz with him, but lately he's been waltzing by himself. He'll stand on his own, and kind of step around the room like a waltz 1-2-3 step. He takes one big initial step, and kinda turns. It's quite funny to watch.

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