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, August 19, 2005

Sailing into the weekend

Ah. Let's close out with some lighter blogging, shall we?

One day this week when I dropped the kids at Sue's house, I had the air conditioner on, and when we got out of the truck, John saw condensation dripping underneath from the AC. He said "Are you running out of gas? Is it leaking?" Heh.

Last night I was going into the bathroom, and John ran in ahead of me, so I went back out and waited. Hanna saw that and said "Do you have to go, or you'll pee your pants?" Hee.

Often Hanna will say "Don't be clue!" I think she means "cruel", though!

I got the jungle mowed tonight. Took it over to the compost heap. Now ready to tackle the weekend with the kids. Good night, Cleveland!

Update: Saturday morning we went to the Como Park Zoo. Hanna especially liked seeing the animals, some up close. We saw the Sparky show again. And of course, went on some carnival rides. The kids just loved that.

As always, best advice is to get there pretty close to 10 am, when it opens. If you don't, good luck finding parking in the park on beautiful Saturdays like this.

Update II: Saturday evening, after supper, we put the kids' bikes in the van and went over to Pioneer Park, that forested area just off of Main Street, NE of us. They've paved the central path through, (all the other trails are still dirt) so we thought we'd walk through and the kids could ride their bikes. Well, we got to teh back of the park, at the point where we turned around, and John started crying. He said he was scared of the forest. (We were in a ways, and could only see trees). He rode back to the van ahead of us. He went all the way to the van, left his bike there, and walked back in till he ran into me, still crying. Bless his heart. I suppose something else related to his orphanage/sensory issues? A very unfamiliar place left him unsettled? He just wanted to go home, to something familiar.

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