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

Friday, September 12, 2003

John likes to wear his giraffe slippers, but they are getting holes worn in the bottom, one of them is getting a sizeable hole. And John is just fascinated by it. Lately he's been looking at it a lot and saying "big hole". When I saw him this morning, that's the first thing he said, "big hole." Ha.

It rained a fair amount yesterday and overnight. Was much needed around here. Hopefully it'll dry up enough so I can mow the yard tonight. I like to do it Friday night so I don't have to worry about it on the weekend, and I can use the time to play with the kids. Although, I have orchestra practice Saturday morning.

The Vikes play the Bears on Sunday night on ESPN, so my friend Paul will come over, and we'll have taco salad, and Iowa City tradition.

Didn't get any writing done last night, was tired, so finished up my Newsweek and Atlantic Monthly.

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