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, August 18, 2003

Another warm day yesterday. I like being warm. Had the kids out in the pool after their nap. The new neighbor girl was, so we invited her to jump in the pool too, and all three had a good time.

As I was changing John's diaper I was doing a popping sound with my lips, and John said "stop Daddy, that's not funny". Ha. I think Rhonda has been saying that to Hanna when she runs off when she's called and thinks it's a game.

Boy, the summer is fast coming to a close. Waaaaaah. It is very noticeable how much earlier it gets dark out. Waaaaaaaaaah. The freeways haven't been too bad lately, but soon all that school traffic will be back in September and the commute will be a drag again. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

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