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Saturday, March 23, 2013
writing a letter a letter to Father Brisette
I began my Saturday morning at 9;00 a.m. by going out into the kitchen to drink my hot cooa and eat some fruit, while my mother had made buck wheat pancakes for brakfast. Once I had finished eating, I then returned to my bedroom at 9;25 to brush my teeth before going downstairs to ride the swin air dine for thirty minutes. I then returned to my bedroom at 10:00 to do my arm and leg weight exercises. Once I had done so, I began to strech. At 10:50 I then put my clean laundry away before sitting down to write a letter to Father Brissette to send in a easter card. Father Brisette is a priest that was at our church when I was a teenager. I have been keeping in touch with him around easter and Christmas ever sence. At 12:00 I then had lied down to rest. I had slept for three hours, before getting up. I then went out into the kitchen to have some cracker, cheese and some grapes. Once I had finished with my snack, I had returned to my bedroom to play words with friends on my Ipad. At 4:00 I then went out into the kitchen to have a bowl of soup for supper with some mama's crackers. At 4:30 I then returned to my bedroom to do my speech and breathing exercises. Once I had done so, I then took my shower before sitting down to blog.
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