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, August 21, 2004

Sometimes we've had the Olympics on, and John saw some swimming events, or water polo, and a couple times he's looked at the pool and said "They're at the YMCA!" Ha.

Record cold temps overnight around the state. Was even a frost advisory. In AUGUST!!!!! Booo. One of the coldest Augusts on records. Booooooo. Why? Why? Boooooo.

Hanna is up from her nap. I don't think she slept much. John is in his room, not sure if he is sleeping. He went rummagesaleing with Rhonda, so Hanna and I rode bike, walked around, went out to the tree swing, etc... She was tired, and I thought she'd sleep more than she did.

After writing group tonight, Paul and I will go see the Bourne Supremacy. This might be my last writing group for awhile. With school coming up, some class days are all day Saturday, and I don't really be gone all night on the other Saturdays. Plus, I may have some different responsibilities on the deacon board. More on that in a few days.

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