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

Friday, May 07, 2004

Took the kids to the park last night for awhile, then came home and tossed them in the tub. John had play-do in his hair. Then, we had cake! The kids greeted me at the door when I came home yesterday with a "happy birthday, daddy!" awwww

Lately when Hanna gets a booboo or something, she'll shriek and cry, but almost immediately in between wails she'll say "pacifier! pacifier!" It settles her down to get her pacifier.

Driving into work this morning, I was behind a truck that had two port-a-potties on the back. It just made think, we're a strange species. All these different activities and efforts that go into making a civilization. Here's a guy carting port-a-potties off to somewhere.

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