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

Thursday, August 05, 2004

After supper last night we sorta wandered outside, and Maya came out next door, so the kids went over and we played around over there for awhile. Maya's dad and I tossed the basketball through the hoop a few times, and John just giggled as it bounced around. They rode bike, and watched as Maya's dad trimmed a shrub and then they helped picking up branches. Later, as Hanna was running on the cement, she tripped and got a decent scrape on her knee. She naturally cried so I brought her back to the house and Nurse Mommy got her patched up.

I wrote a column I submitted to the Star Tribune editorial page. We'll see if they decide to run it or not. Either way, when I know I'll put it up on the website.

Mom sent another chicka-chicka-boom-boom book. Both of them really like the other one they have, about letters, so they were tickled to get another one, this one about numbers.

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