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, November 15, 2003

An overcast, slightly misty day here, a bit cool.

Had a fun time last night at dinner with the people we met. The kids were fantastic, well-behaved. John even said he had to go potty so we went to the restroom. He's really been doing good.

On the way home John was playing with his Franky train, and all of a sudden Hanna started crying a bit. I said what's wrong Hanna, and John said "Franky was naughty." Ha. He must have been driving the train on her or something.

This morning we went over the Anoka County License office, which is just down 65 by 109th, and we submitted passport applications for John and Hanna. John wasn't too keen on just sitting quietly, so I took the kids outside to bounce around while Rhonda did the paperwork.

Trying to decide if I really feel like cleaning leaves out of the gutter...

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