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

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

It's rather a blustery day here. Got a bit of snow overnight, temps are going to fall, and winds could gust up to 40 mph today.

Lately when we get to Sue's house, when they open the door, John marches in with a smile on his face and says "Happy Holidays!"

Someone put a quarter in Hanna last night at the dinner table. My goodness, just jabber jabber jabber. I was sold a bill of goods! I thought girls were quiet, demure, dainty!

I was downstairs with the kids last night, and John was playing with the cardboard tube from a roll of paper towers. We were taking turns talking into it, like a megaphone, so our voices sounded louder. Well, Hanna saw that and of course immediately wanted to join. First she just tried to grab it from John. Funny, she squawks bloody murder when John takes stuff from her. Well, when it was her turn she put the tube over her nose, and was talking. Um, girl, I think you missed the point of this. Ha.

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