Hello everyone and thanks for keeping in touch by reading the blog. It’s been a while since I’ve written, so I appreciate everyone’s patience. I’ve been doing just fine in here. The time continues to pass by increasingly faster which is great and plays a big part in keeping my spirits up. I’d say that my daily schedule and hours of sleep are pretty much constant by now. I think my body has 95% adjusted. I wake up at about 6 am and I go to bed around 9-9:30 pm. I don’t take a nap at any time during the day. I think I’m still a little too tired when I wake in the morning, so I’m still trying to go to sleep a little earlier, but it has been tough to accomplish all of my daily tasks in enough time to actually get into bed sooner. That probably sounds sort of unbelievable, but I actually do have lots of writing and exercise to do each day after I get back to the dorm from my job.
I spent just about all of last week working on one of my letters to the parole board. My attorney had informed me that he didn’t really like the first version I had written, so I started over to try to prepare the “perfect” letter. I think the end product turned out great, but it was much more difficult and time consuming than I had originally planned. I suppose I won’t know if it was indeed the “perfect” letter until I know if it actually worked!
My dad and my cousin visited me this post Saturday and that was definitely nice. We didn’t talk about anything too serious, but it was refreshing to see a new face, hear a new voice, and have conversation that was “normal”. My dad let me know that my dogs were still doing great at his farmhouse out in the country. He said that he had started letting them sleep on the front porch rather than putting them in their kennel each night. So, I guess that means that they got out of their “jail” sooner than I did!
I was able to go to outside for recreation on each of the weekend mornings at about 7:30 am. I ran about a mile and a half each time. I was surprised that it was easier than I thought, and it put me in a totally refreshed mood for the rest of the day. I’m going to try to incorporate regular running into my routine from now on. It will cut into my volleyball playing, but I really seem to enjoy the running a lot. I’ll let you know once I work up to running more than 2 miles.
I went to commissary last week and bought more healthy food this time than last. I also picked up the tennis shoes that I ordered a few weeks back. I haven’t had real shoes that fit on my feet for nearly 3 months, so having these shoes is very comfortable! Once I get out of here, I will be selling them to the highest bidder, so that one of my friends will be able to complete the perfect TDC Prisoner Halloween costume.
I haven’t seen a parole official, but I am expecting to any day now. I am still very confident that I’ll be paroled in a timely fashion and be home by the middle of the summer.
How did everyone feel about Tiger Woods playing in the Masters? I was able to watch Saturday’s round, but was not able to watch any on Sunday. Personally I was pulling for Tiger, but I am wondering how you all felt about it.
As proof of how “real” prison is, I have the misfortune of relaying 3 different stories. Each is an example of how life behind bars emulates completely a free life and of how emotions must be dealt with in prison. About 3 weeks ago, my friend in here, code Blue, received word from the chaplain, that his mother had died. I’m not sure exactly how, but I think it was from some type of long term illness. He could have received permission to attend her funeral if he had chosen to. This would have involved him paying for his own security escort fees and he would have attended the funeral in handcuffs under constant guard. He either chose not to go, or couldn’t afford it.
Another guy in my dorm that sleeps two bunks down found out last Thursday that his 17 year old daughter had been murdered. Apparently she had been shot by a jealous ex-boyfriend that was already under investigation for the murder of a teenage boy. I don’t really know this guy that well, but he hasn’t acted any differently since he found out. I don’t think he is planning on going to the funeral either.
The 3rd story is me having to tell another one of my friends in here, Coolidge, (Dog Poker) that he was not going to be released on the day he thought. I had my mom check on the computer about his release. He thought he was going home at the end of this month. As it turns out, the parole board instead, chose to make him complete his entire 2 year sentence. Now he won’t be going home for a little over a year from now. Anyway, I felt horrible for having to bring him that bad news, but he seemed to take it in stride.
Being incarcerated definitely dulls your senses. I suppose that it’s just a natural defense mechanism our bodies use. Maybe it can somewhat be compared to hibernation.
A new guy moved into our dorm a few days ago. He lives in florida and was cought with 80 lbs of drugs in his trunk as he drove them from Houston back east on I-10. This guy is as redneck as they come. I didn’t realize that the Florida swamps had these types. I’ve heard enough alligator hunting stories over the last two days to last a lifetime. FYI, he is in here on a ten year sentence.
It’s getting near the end of my work shift so I think I’ll wrap this up for now. I hope to be caught up al little more by the end of the week and I should be able to concentrate on the blog. Thanks so much for reading and I look forward to any comments you have.