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, June 03, 2005

Put a lid on it

Yesterday afternoon I headed over to the friendly Truxstor in Rogers to get my hardtop bed cover put on the truck. An A.R.E. LSII. Looks mighty nice. Opens easily. Locks. And, I was able to put my bed mat back in, now that I don't have to worry about it getting stolen.

(Note of frustration. It took me over 45 minutes to get there from work. I left about 3:45, 3:50. There was an accident on 35W that had traffic crawling. You know my philosophy, someone did something stupid. That got me behind. Then, the usual traffic heading west on I94 at that time of the day was bad. But, there was still plenty of time for them to get the thing installed. I have *got* to get me that machine gun so I can open up holes in traffic.)

The college painters also were at the house yesterday for the second day of work. Hmmm. They need some lessons on commitment to quality. Rather sloppy in places. Rhonda is frustrated.

The kids have a little bug house, and yesterday Hanna had some kind of winged creature in it. She wanted the bug house in her room last night when she went to bed. However, later the creature started whirring its wings quite noisily, and it scared poor Hanna half to death. She cried, and said "get it out of here!" Rhonda was going to put it in the bathroom, but that wasn't far enough away. Hanna wanted it downstairs.

On the way home yesterday I stopped at the toy store and got one of those inflatable jumping pens for the kids. This one is 8 foot square. We'll give it to them on John's birthday, which is June 12.

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