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, February 07, 2004

Kids had another fun day at swimming lessons again. John cried a bit when it was time to go. We came home and had some yummy soup. Hanna asked for more. "More soup!" she said. Then, she was playing with one of her dollies, she was pretending to put it to bed, and she covered it with a blanket.

Last night I took John outside with me. I shoveled the driveway and he played around. I helped him up onto the high snowbanks, and he had fun crawling around up there. Then, I got out the sled and he slid down our driveway out into the street. There's enough of a snow layer that he could slide easily. Oh my, he just loved that. He went down quite a few times.

The other morning when I got the kids up, I got Hanna up first cuz John was still kinda snoozing. When we were done I said we had to go get John now, and Hanna went running into John's room and she said "John, how are you?"

I still got a story to read through for tonight's meeting. I gotta get cranking on my own stuff. I haven't written much for awhile.

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