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, June 05, 2004

Just got the kids down for a nap. They were tired. We had swimming lessons this morning, and then stopped by Target. That took awhile, and we were all hungry, didn't get home till 1:30 or so.

I have my writing group tonight.

Tomorrow is the outdoor service at church, I'll help with communion.

We went to the lake last night. We didn't bring swimsuits as we thought it would still be too cold, but John still wanted to go in, so he got his clothes all wet. John calls it Siren Park, because we were there on Mothers Day when some nasty storms came through, and the sirens went off.

Just about done with War and Peace. Probably a couple hundred pages left, maybe less. Most of that is a couple of appendices that Tolsoy had at the end, more of his musings on history, etc... I'm just about done with the story itself.

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