I passed a drug test and breathalyzer. I knew I would, but I did get a little nervous. Well, nothing to fret over now.
I remember a lot of good from Aspen Glen [the subsidized housing complex where we lived until Dr. Wonderful came into our lives]. Twenty plus years later, I still think about my daycare family—Duane and Mary and their three kids James, Shawna, and Michael. I spent years with them after school and playing with the kids on weekends. Even after we moved I stayed in touch for years. I really do miss them. I wonder if they wonder about me.
I also remember fondly my years at Bel-Air School. Years later I drove by it, and was surprised at how small it was. Everything is big when you’re a kid.
I remember when the suburb of New Brighton itself was small. Woods everywhere. Again, driving through years later, it looked commercialized. The town I grew up in, plastered with big city names. Big City businesses. I remember when the employees at the Red Owl grocery knew me. That was the first place I ever stole from. I got caught the first time. Oh, how things change.
I went out on another RJWC this week (Restorative Justice Work Crew). We spent five hours at a nursing home in Moose Lake. We cleaned all the exterior windows of the facility, then picked at the never-ending supply of weeds in the various gardens. I found quite a few agates in the landscaping. We’re not allowed to keep them so we put them in a bird bath for all the residents to enjoy. They always look nice underwater.
One of the hundreds of agates Vince collected before he was incarcerated.
So far, it’s been raining all day. This is the first time that it’s a rained on a Saturday while I’ve been at boot camp.
If it’s raining, we don’t have to go out and do work crew stuff. I don’t mind working, I never have, but this is a good opportunity to catch up on a lot of things, including writing.
One of my friends sent me a picture of my dog Willie. I instantly became sad. I miss him so much. It’s amazing how close we can get to an animal. He has been through so much with me. He’s about 12 years old now. I can’t wait to see him again.
Who knows how or what dogs think about. Somehow, I know he misses me, and we will both be just as excited to see each other, only I will have tears in my eyes.
79 days and a wake up, and I will have the ability to start figuring out how to get him back in my life.
[ANNE: At first read I thought these passages of Vince’s were not very interesting. After typing them and re-reading them, several things struck me. 1) He is capable of reviewing the past and remembering both good and bad things. Most of us need to live more in the now, but addicts need to be able to reflect back on the past before they can move forward. 2) He has at least one hobby, agate collecting. Hobbies will be important diversions for him once he’s released. 3) He has someone (his dog) he misses; he can’t wait to be reunited. Someone to miss, and who misses you–I would hope that’d be an strong deterrent to ever being locked up again. I hope Willie lives a very long time.]