Cell? What cell?
I live in a "dorm." I no longer have a cell.
I did go out and walked through the new fallen four to five inches of snow. The bad side was the ground was still muddy from the thaw two days ago. So my sneakers are now mud stained but hey, I trudge for an hour and between the mud and some old crusted foot-printed ice, not only do I get a cardio workout but the unsure footing works to strengthen the various control muscles that, as evidenced by the aches now, have not had too much to do of late. I will try the
wall sit tomorrow and let you know how long I can hold it.
The point about my counselor is mostly he is an untrained HACK. He is someone who assumes all inmates are the same and expects us to give him some pretty standard responses to his questions. He is definitely an example of someone with a little training getting into something way beyond his ability and qualifications.
Since he is not a true "mind" doctor - I do not believe he even has MSW (Master’s In Social Work) - I am not worried about his "diagnosis" as far as what impact he might have on me getting out. Well, I hope the appeal finally works and it becomes a non-issue. At the current time I will not even see the parole board until August or September of 2009. Let’s see what the future brings. On to better subjects.
Mom was the youngest of ten children. She is the only sibling still living. Bill is the son of Mom’s brother, also Bill, and one of the closer families we visited often growing up. Cousin Bill’s Mom and Dad passed away separately over the last four years. Bill had an ear infection that affected his brain and had an operation; that was one of the premises of the trip; to help him. Well, it turned out that there was not much they needed to do. Probably lucky for my cousin.
Dad on the other hand was an only child, as his dad divorced his mom when he was two or three years old. He wanted to return to England (and did) and Grandma did not want to go. She eventually remarried when my Dad was sixteen or so, so he grew up without a father. Dad never even heard from his father till much later after his stepfather died and he made a trip to England to see his biological father on his deathbed. Hmm, so my Dad had no role model to follow.
OK, so my miserable life cheers you up. I am glad it serves some purpose! HA HA HA. All this will hopefully become easier for you once the court case is filed and I draft, edit, and revise my ramblings before committing them to paper. And at that they will be typed too!
Did you see the front page story on Google ad clicks? Don’t let me find out you are actually getting rich off my writing. HA HA. Yeah someday the book will come.
I can actually say other than the movies shown on the weekends, I have not watched any TV. I did discover they do watch
NCIS on Tuesday evenings. So I might stop in to see it, but for now I have enough to keep me busy.
There are two TVs around the back of our indoor Rec area that consist of one other card playing room. You can only exit and enter those areas on the hour, so if you do not like the choice of the two TVs you are stuck for the hour.
The
Broadway play you mentioned is also using the same strategy in their print ads in the
NY Times. I also think I caught an article on the way the play advertised. I love it when someone actually does something creative.
By the way, unlike
West Virginia, I actually found a radio station that carries
Howard Stern! That was a surprise Wednesday morning when I put in the ear buds and scanned the dial and heard
Howard! So I listen to
classical music in the afternoon and evenings and
Howard in the morning.
I do not know if you are reading this Monday or are you already gone skiing somewhere. I hope if you went skiing it was good, and if you are going - enjoy!
