Meandering

We took a long, slow meandering walk through the neighborhood, downtown, and out along Fessenden St. this morning. Everything was gray, quiet, and pretty depressed looking. So very much trash everywhere. So very many people living on the street - and what is it again that we're doing to help? What is it that I'm doing to help? I can't think of a thing. Especially now that we don't see people selling Street Roots anymore. Giving a dollar or two for a newspaper at least gave you a momentary sense of doing something good.
So we came home and made two loaves of oatmeal bread to cheer up the place.