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, August 26, 2003

Had a good time golfing yesterday. It was a bit hot, but there was cloud cover for much of the time, so wasn't too bad. I did rather well, considering it's only my second time out this year, and only went a time or two last year. We went nine holes, I had one par, a six, a seven and the rest bogies. Had two one-putts, including a long one. I hit some nice long straight three-woods. My driver still slices every time though. So, overall I'll take it.

Norm the farmer, our good neighbor right behind us, brought over a pail full of goodies from his garden last night. From time to time they'll come over to our pation door with goodies. He brought tomatoes and corn. They have a huge garden, but then, they have a huge lot. Their back yard goes the length of our backyard and our neighbor's backyard.

Last night just ended up playing out front with the kids. I brought out our little soccer ball had the kids had fun throwing it down the hill to me. Then, they wanted some milk so I went and got their sippy cups and we were out by the front door, and I started throwing the ball up on the roof and letting it roll back down, and John thought it was just hilarious. He laughed and laughed.

Later we went inside and tried a game. Rhonda had gotten a Hi-Ho-Cherry-o game from a rummage sale. I remember playing that at Grandpa and Grandma Schultz's house when I was a wee lad. John did pretty good, he kept wanting to spill his cherry bucket, and for the most part liked spinning the spinner, and waited his turn. Hanna of course just wanted to play with the cherries. But it was fun.

John woke up in the night kinda crying. Don't know what was bothering him. I went in there, and his feet were hanging out the crib, and I wondered if he was trying to turn over and his feet were caught, so I got him back in the crib, but he woke up again later, crying, so Rhonda went and held him for a bit.

This morning Rhonda brought Hanna down before I left, and somehow we got to talking about doggies, and we said to Hanna "doggnnn", as that's how she says doggie. And then John chimed in and said "dogggnnn" with a grin on his face. Ha.

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