Bread Day

Looking out my patio doors, I could see it’s going to be a very slow day. The ice and snow out there was beautiful but treacherous, walking to the parking lot it sounded like an orchestra with the people scraping snow and ice from their cars. I couldn’t get my drivers side door open, nor would my windshield wipers work!  Speed was twenty miles per hour, roads were awful.

Susan was at Pete’s Place, she was having her taxes prepared, such a nice friendly person. I think she is suffering from depression, cries and has no energy to get her housework done; it’s been that way for months.

Pete and Emmy did the packaging of the bread; it didn’t bother me that I didn’t get to do it. Exercise people were here, Kay was here by 7:30, she would be fast asleep by the time it was to exercise. Sam came in from shoveling snow and he shared his misery about his leaking roof at home, not well at all.

Now, I’m scanning Pete’s Place, I think my mind is racing. I see the things like bread, tables, chairs, clock and bar. People take the bread and make a donation, which helps Pete to have piece of mind.

That’s all the news from Peters Place.

By G. Brethorst