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, May 18, 2005

But then I'd need some khat-chewing technicals

Zoiks, getting to work as a pain in the patoosky this morning. It was raining, which always slows things down. (They're just little harmless drops of water, people! Keep moving!) Poor Dad, he's trying to get out of town, and he got slowed down. Same thing happened last time, too. I think I'll just mount a machine-gun in the back of the truck.

The kids had lots of fun with Grandpa. They were sad to see him go.

Here is something I bet most of you didn't know.

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