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, June 17, 2003

A beautiful day yesterday, nice and warm and sunny. I had a good time golfing yesterday. For only having gone a couple times in the last couple years, I did pretty good. I only hit a couple bad shots, the rest were fairly straight. Could've putted a bit better.

Because it was so warm, we got out the pool last night and put it out on the front lawn. John, the little fish that he is, had a great time splashing around. Hanna didn't get in very much at all. She stubbed her toe once walking around on the cement. She's had a tough time walking the last couple days! Several scrapes and bruised.

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