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

Sunday, January 25, 2004

Played with orchestra this morning, so didn't get home till home. The massive snow that was breathtakingly predicted hasn't hit us yet. It may start this evening, and we got a few inches tomorrow.

About time for the kids to nap. We're going over to a coworkers house for dinner tonight, and will have to leave about the time they usually get up from their nap.

John was just here and started singing the song Grandma sings to him, the Lawrence Welk one, "good night, sleep tight, etc..." Ha.

Lately a game the kids enjoy is "crash into the tar wagons." Which is what James does on one of the Thomas videos. They'll go across the room, and run at me and jump into me and I'll catch them. Of course, John really started this game, and Hanna just joined in.

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