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, October 13, 2004

I'm not sure where she picked it up, but Hanna often calls John "Johnny". Ha. We never call him that. Maybe she heard it at Sue's house or something.

When John came home from preschool yesterday, he said they had called him "John Kouba", and pronounced it with the inevitable "oo" sound (as in sooth).

Hanna and John have interacted well lately. At night she'll often go in his room and give him a kiss goodnight. Sometimes they'll chase around with each other.

Winter is drawing ever closer. After some stellar fall weather, a front blew through last night, and today is cool, temps in the high 40s, with some rain. Doesn't promise to be much nicer over the next several days.

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