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, May 19, 2004

The last couple times I've went in to get John up so we can get going to Sue's house, Hanna has come in and said "good morning, sweetie-pies". Ha!

Last evening was rather nice (well, compared to what we've been getting lately) so we went over to the beach. There was a bit of a coolish breeze. A couple of pontoon planes were flying around. One took off on the lake where the beach is and flew right over us. There's often one or two flying around the area. On the way home we saw what looked like someone starting to inflate a hot air balloon.

The Buick is in the shop today. The check engine light has been on, so wanted to get that looked at. Might have them flush the radiator too. The old gal just went past 100,000 miles. I missed it turn over, too. Rats.

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