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, November 10, 2003

*sniff sniff* eeww, what's that smell? Oh, it's just the stinky Vikings. eek. Well, this is the defense I thought they had all along. The big surprise to me is that they even managed to win their first six games. Oh well. It'll be fun to watch the sniping in the media around here.

Today at Sue's house we're going to try John in the pullups. Sue will have a chair out and will help remind him, so we'll see how it goes. He did real good over the weekend. Now just gotta make it a habit. Making it all the way through the night might be a ways off yet.

Last night the kids were jumping on the box in the living room while I held their hands. Hanna was having fun, and even though she didn't get too wild it must have jostled her enough to upset her stomach. We had just had our snack. I put her down, and was concentrating on John, when next I looked Hanna was at the coffee table, had thrown up, and had already gone out to the kitched to get a towel, came back, and was trying to wipe it up. Ha! She's a clever one.

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