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

Friday, April 29, 2005

Please fetch my shawl

My birthday is next Friday, the big frisson-causing 39. Which means next year is bum-bum-bum 40. Gulp.

The computer is scheduled to arrive today. According to FedEx's tracker (isn't technology a very cool thing?) it's on the truck in White Bear Lake. So, they'll try to deliver it today and find no one home, since Rhonda works today. I'm not sure what they do in that case, if they'll try to fob it off on the neighbors or what. I don't know if they would try to deliver it tomorrow. Saturday is a school day for me anyway, so I wouldn't have much time to set it up and play with it.

This morning John said "When I get big, I'll be a Daddy, and Hanna will be a Mommy." Then he said, referring to me, "When you get small, you'll be a John, and Mommy will be a Hanna." Heh.

Here's a column from John Derbyshire. I liked his little section on letters.

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