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

Monday, November 08, 2004

Another weekend into the books. On Friday I took the day off so I could get the leaves in the yard raked up. Lots there, and was fairly warm, for November, and the weather was going to worsen this week, so got that done. Saturday I had class. On Sunday, I got out the leafblower and sucked up the gobs of leaves around the patio and the back corner. Then, took all that over to the dump, which was a zoo. Cars lined up all the back to Hanson Blvd. The Sheriff's Dept. was directing traffic like they usually do on the days when the dump is very busy.

On Friday John had the first of his tumbling classes. He did very well. He's so nimble and flexible anyway. He followed along with the teacher well. Sue was also there, as Julia is in the same class, so we all sat in the little vending machine room and watched through the windows.

Looks like the game has started in Fallujah. Here's prayers of safety for the good guys, and as for the bad guys, I always like Psalms 58:6; "Break the teeth of our enemy, O Lord"

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