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, February 22, 2006

Odds and Ends

Been hip deep, moving to neck deep, in my masters project. School will continue to occupy the bulk of my time till May. Hence, I've only been doing a post or two a day.

Lately when John is considering options, he'll tap his head with his finger and say "Think, think think." Heh. Wonder if he got that from Winnie the Pooh or what.

Last night I was reading the David and Goliath story to the kids, and John called the Philistine army the "Mean Team." Ha.

Also last night, Rhonda was on the treadmill and was watching the figure skating. She had the closed captions on, and with one of the gals, her father was a podiatrist. However, the closed captions translated that as "Poe Dry Terrorist."

In the You Can't Make It Up Dept, one of the security guards in the building where I work parks in a handicapped space.

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