Reality for me.
It is now 8:50 PM and I am just starting to type. I received both your letter and latest book shipment.
Linux in Ten Minutes. Now if they would only perfect those paper-thin screens and transistors and you could ship me in a build it yourself computer.
I just got done filling out the commissary sheet and am within forty-five cents of the $55.00 limit. I am buying a few extra things to help carry me over the stressful period I am going through. As much as I do not want to acknowledge the reality, if I do not win this appeal, I am going to spend the next fifteen years here. If that does not affect my mood I must be dead.
Since I am not dead, I am in an emotional state that makes me feel like
Wile E. Coyote is about to drop the two ton anvil on me. Unlike the luck of the
Roadrunner, my odds of escaping certain death are many digits to the right of the decimal point.
I did some letter writing on Sunday and a blog post but never got around to proof and printing. Well there is always tomorrow. I am going to have to double check my math on the commissary sheet in a few minutes. Them I will type a few more lines and get this in the mail tonight.
I thought of how it would be interesting to hand the parole board the recent article about
Robert Chambers. Hey he
killed a woman, went to trial, served fifteen years, and screwed up in prison. I did not kill anybody, have now served fifteen years in prison, and you do not want to grant me parole?
This event is not even going to happen for another four and a half years. Even if they released me, I would be subject to a host of parole restrictions for a minimum of three years and all the way up to ten more. For the time being, reality for me really sucks, and diving into a novel is a great option.
Speaking of novels, did you catch the letter from the mom of the ten year old in the New York Times who told his mom to donate his
Harry Potter collection to his school and she did not have to get him the latest book. There is a kid that seems to really not cave into peer pressure easily. Have you finished the latest Harry Potter book yet?
9:30 PM and time to check my math, be back for page two.
Well count is done; I did find two math errors on my commissary sheet, carrying errors, each $1.00, so I added four AA batteries, and four sticks of
oleo.
I have celebrated the new hot pot. I cooked spaghetti for four on Friday and black beans in tomato sauce over rice for three on Saturday and Sunday. Since I did not eat all my American cheese this week, I treated Tom and Bill to two slices of cheese with the beans and rice both nights. Today I had pasta with clams. I use one can of clams, one can of mushrooms, and onions. I cook the pasta in one pot and simmer the clam 'sauce' for the thirty minutes or so that it takes the pasta to cook.
WNED is doing a special show on
John Williams, the composer of movie scores. It is on at 10:00 PM on Mondays, and this is the second part on Williams. The show is called
The Record Shelf. You could check the
WNED.ORG website and see if it points to a website for this program. It is a mix of parts of his music and actual conversation with Williams.
Oh shit, I just realized that I put the paper for this page in wrong and have managed to type this page directly over page one. I am still working on the idea of typing out the draft double space on both sides of a page, then typing out the final copy single spaced and single sided. I did not set this page up double spaced, and now will have to reprint a draft of this letter, pages one and two. It is 10:15 PM and I better stop to reprint now. Just an example of how hard it is for me to wrap my attention around anything these days.
I have to get letters out to my new pen pals. Have you heard back from the new Tammie? Did the e-mail go through? Was it a 'true' comment? Could you send one more e-mail?
Now it is 10:45 PM and I am about to print page two. I am just going to make it before lights out.
