Cheer up, things could be worse!
From the "cheer up, things could be worse, so I cheered up, and they got worse" department, comes this latest list of woes.
I think I mentioned that my NY appeal was turned down, and then last Monday I found out that I am being transferred to a new prison just opening in Virginia.
They may have three-man instead of two-man cells, plus, being new, you are sort of guinea pigs to help get the bugs out. Not at all the same as getting software debugged!
So, after spending five years developing a HEALTHY relationship with my psychologist, I am forced to pack up my tent so to speak and move out. I will probably be on the move within the next two weeks, so hold off on any letters or book sending until I give you my new address.
I am only allowed to move with a very limited amount of stuff, such as five books. Not too tough since my personal library, both fiction and non-fiction, totals around forty books! The paperbacks can be shipped out and sent back in, but no such luck on the hard covers!
Then there are also the little creature comforts that one acquires such as highlighters (good for schoolwork), extra blankets (we are only supposed to have two), and other little things that I will have to reacquire once I get to the new place.
The only good news is that hopefully we will go directly there by bus (five hours), instead of the usual transfer that directs everyone to Oklahoma and then back out again, sort of like a FedEx hub deal.
Although we will travel in a modified Greyhound-type bus, we get to wear that special "Fed jewelry" of handcuffs locked to a chain around the waist, and leg irons which are more like handcuffs with an 18" chain between them.