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

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

From time to time John will let out a playful scream, a little "AHHH!". And Hanna, being the imitator she is, has taken to screaming too lately. But she lets loose with these ear-shattering shrieks. She's got a good set of lungs.

Took the kids to golf ball park last night. Some beautiful evenings lately, which should continue through the weekend.

Went over and talked to the new neighbors for the first time last night. Rhonda had gone over there before.

Hanna has learned how to blow kisses, and she does it very well. She still kinda mashes her hand up against her mouth, but then she moves her hand away and does a perfect blow! John still kinda keeps his hand right near his mouth when he blows a kiss.

Watched a couple of the Hope and Crosby road movies lately, Road to Morocco and Road to Bali. Light, fun little movies. I liken them to good summer theater productions.

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