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

Monday, June 23, 2003

Ekk, I can't shake this cold. Over the weekend it seemed to tighten its insidious grip on me. Bit of a sore throat, little cough, little sniffle, just a big annoyance.

Last night the kids were a little antsy after their nap, so we gave them some supper, then stopped by Wendys, and headed over to Bumpy Slide Park and let them run around. We ended up being the only ones there, which was fine with me. John goes all over the place, and Hanna has been getting bolder. She will now go up the stairs and slide down this little slide all by herself. And last night she even started crawling through the tunnels. Well, she doesn't really crawl, she sits down and scoots herself forward.

It's a rainy day here today. Was windy yesterday, but never rained.

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