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, April 11, 2005

Hey, it's logical

John saw me watching the Masters golf tournament, and Rhonda asked him, what is Daddy watching? And John said, baseball, then quickly said "golfball". Ha. If we have baseball and football, it only makes sense that we call the sport "golfball"!

It was quite the finish to the tourney. It is an indication of how good Woods is, both physically and mentally, that he had such a stinky first round, yet came storming back to leave everyone in the field except DiMarco behind. Speaking of DiMarco, he did lose it. A four stroke lead going into the remainder of the third round on Sunday morning, and in nine holes he was behind by three. Then, in the fourth round, he had two or three very makeable putts, but missed.

I put some jellybeans in plastic easter eggs yesterday, and "hid" them in the backyard, just for another impromptu easter egg hunt.

I took the kids to Bumpy Slide Park last night. It had rained a little bit, so the slides were a bit damp. Hanna is quite the little athelete, she does better than John at pulling herself along on the monkey bars.

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