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

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Boy, napped longer than I planned to. Put the kids down, I was a bit tired, so went for a snooze, and ended up sleeping an hour and a half. John just got up. He's still in slow mode, but will wind up soon.

Earlier Rhonda went to Walmart with Hanna, so I walked over to London Park while John pedaled his trike. He had fun, he pedaled around the basketball court, and got himself dirty playing in the dirt.

It's warm today, but not as hot and humid as it's been. Tomorrow is supposed to be warm and humid. I'll probably go fill the pool soon and let the kids go for a swim.

Twins lost a close game last night, but had two runner thrown out at the plate. They have got to be the worst baserunning team in the league. And with a runner on third and one out, Gardenhire pulled hot hitting Rivas for the bum Denny Hocking. Ugh. Hocking hit it to the first baseman who threw Guzman out at the plate. With their shaky pitching, I just don't see the Twins winning this division.

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