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, March 11, 2003

Rhonda talked to Deb yesterday, and she said it is possible we might travel as soon as the 22nd. So, will have to see. Also, it's possible we could leave that Saturday, and return on Wednesday already. We'd come back from Kostroma Tuesday night, and so could maybe leave the next day. A whirlwind trip, and probably be a wee bit tired, but it would be nice to get back quickly.

New Horizon called Rhonda yesterday and asked if we wanted to try John in the pre-school room. They assumed from his size he was toddler material, but when they saw his b-date, they wondered if we'd want him in there. (That room was a ratio of 1-10, as opposed to 1-7, and is a dollar/hour cheaper.) So, she said yes, but apparently John cried for quite awhile in there. Possibly because John was more familiar by then with the toddler room, and had toys more suited to him, whereas this room had more craftsy stuff. Once John went back to the toddler room, he was fine.

He didn't sleep again, though. Maybe being in that new place was more upsetting to him, being out of familiar surrounding and routines, and he's just not able to settle down to sleep. Plus, they are on cots, which he isn't used to. He did rest quietly, but slept then when he got home, and he was ready for bed at 9 and slept a bit later than normal this morning.

Temps might be in the 30s today, but the forecast for tomorrow is possibly 3 or 4 inches of snow. Argh. But then, maybe 50 by the weekend.

I'm currently reading The Hill Bachelors by William Trevor, a recent collection of 12 of his short stories. He has become about my favorite current short story writer. Just beautiful, gentle, moving stories. He is Irish, so a lot of his stories touch on Irish issues, like 1921, the IRA, Catholic-Protestant, etc... but never in a heavyhanded way, always with a human touch. There is a volume called The Collected Stories from 10 years ago or so, that has many many of his stories from over the years, the book is probably close to 1000 pages, something like that. I'll get that one of these days.

I'm starting to clean things out of my office. :( Still not sure where I'll put things. But, it'll be nice to get that room ready and be done with it.

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