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, April 20, 2005

Oh girl!

Last night at supper I asked what Hanna had done that day, and she said she had gotten some white shoes. I said "oh boy!", and Hanna said "I'm not a boy!" Oh, I stand corrected.

Sometimes we'll play scenes from Pinocchio. Hanna will be the Blue Fairy. (She says she is the "New Fairy". She waves a little pinwheel, and talks with kind of a sing-song voice.) John pretends to be a boy turned into a donkey, and Hanna comes and turns him into a real boy. When John makes donkey sounds though, he says "aww-EEE! awww-EEE!". ha.

Meet with me school group tonight. Deacon mtg tomorrow night. Sunday night is the quarterly business mtg at church. Stop the world, I want to get off.

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