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, October 20, 2003

Well, even though I just got all the leaves up over the weekend, more are falling, so I'm sure by the end of the week it'll look like it needs work again. Oh well. I figure one more day's worth of work. Some of the leaves on the oak trees will stay there over the winter, but the tree by our patio still has a lot of leaves left to fall.

Hanna cried again when we left her in the nursery yesterday. Good heavens girl, you've been there before now, you know what it's like, it's only for an hour. You don't need to shriek like it's the end of the world.

We celebrated John's adoption day yesterday. (A couple days late) Rhonda made a German chocolate cake. Yum. We told John it was to celebrate his adoption, but he kept saying it was his birthday! And, he continues to exhibit disturbing signs of dementia. He had eaten half his cake, and Rhonda brought some melon, and he wanted to eat the melon instead of the cake!

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