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, December 30, 2004

Back home again. Had a very nice time in St. Looey with all. A busy with so many people and kids in one house! The drive home was about 10 hours. Ugh. Went well though. Kids were very good.

John has been watching Pinocchio, and he likes to laugh like Stromboli, kind of a deep, evil guy laugh. It's funny when he tries to do it. Also, he watched 101 Dalmations at his cousins' house, and he likes to talk like the bad guys, Horace and Jasper. It's so funny when he tries to talk in an English accent.

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